May your saddle sores fester
ooermissus
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You parked your bikes in the two spare slots next to mine on the train from London to the New Forest this morning. I never saw you, but assume you were heading into the Forest for a ride - you got off at Beaulieu Road.
I got off at Brockenhurst, and had to cycle the 30 miles home because engineering works meant the train company wouldn't carry my bike all the way to my usual station. A nice ride, but still a pain in the @rse as it made me late for work.
Now, although it could have been anyone on the train, I strongly suspect that it was one of you who helped themselves to my left toe strap - the one that was facing outwards and was easiest for you to undo.
Was one of yours broken? Or had you just forgotten to bring a spare? Or perhaps you ride clipless and just thought it would come in useful if you needed to do an emergency repair?
If I have accused you falsely, many apologies.
If not, may you suffer disproportionately for this pettiest of petty crimes - weeping saddle sores would do; or a violent collision between groin and cross bar in front of a pack of giggling teenagers; or a mechanical gremlin on a wet ride in February that leaves you with stranded far from civilization just as the light begins to fade...
I got off at Brockenhurst, and had to cycle the 30 miles home because engineering works meant the train company wouldn't carry my bike all the way to my usual station. A nice ride, but still a pain in the @rse as it made me late for work.
Now, although it could have been anyone on the train, I strongly suspect that it was one of you who helped themselves to my left toe strap - the one that was facing outwards and was easiest for you to undo.
Was one of yours broken? Or had you just forgotten to bring a spare? Or perhaps you ride clipless and just thought it would come in useful if you needed to do an emergency repair?
If I have accused you falsely, many apologies.
If not, may you suffer disproportionately for this pettiest of petty crimes - weeping saddle sores would do; or a violent collision between groin and cross bar in front of a pack of giggling teenagers; or a mechanical gremlin on a wet ride in February that leaves you with stranded far from civilization just as the light begins to fade...
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I hope you had a good day at work after that
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Yes I bought some new ones from the nice people who run the bike shop in Brockenhurst and then hacked across the forest to work. It was a beautiful ride! But still...0
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Let it go... You enjoyed the ride and they had saddle sores or something equally painful. Job done
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My sympathies. Petty, but that's what irks.FCN 2-4.
"What happens when the hammer goes down, kids?"
"It stays down, Daddy."
"Exactly."0
