Suitably inspired by Enids BOTE pics and with no school run for me today, I got the (Dennis) 'Hopper oot, popped on my shorts, spuds and woolly RB hat (fashion first, safety last), slipped the bike lock in my rucksack and headed up to Halfords for some bits n bobs. Shopping complete, feeling all cool and faux fixie urban stylee (bless my stealth chainstay u-brake) until... I track stand at the busiest lights in Falkirk. CLUNK, rear wheel pops out of frame, and over the bars I go all clipped in
Luckily, old couple in the Punto didn't run me over, and none of my exploding bike hit their car either. Quickly picked up the remains of my bike, left my dignity crushed in the middle of the road, and scrambled onto the pavement. Popped wheel back in frame, chain on, straightened bars and still a wee bit shaken up I jump on and same thing happens again :evil: Really tighten up the rear QR this time, and gingerly make my way home.
Not a good start.
So dump the 'Hopper and rucksack, don helmet and off out on the Hardrock for some fun in the mud. Worked out much better, with the exception of losing a screw from my loose spuds. Tightened remaining screw right up, and the spuds lasted for another hour or so. Saw 5 deer (dusk seems to be the time for deer spotting)... Not bad for not getting further than 2 miles from Falkirk.
