Honours Project Research

Dreadful survey assumes that everyone has had this problem. I got bored of answering irrelevant questions after answering no to whether it had been a problem for me.
You've created a solution to a problem which doesn't exist. It's so rarely an issue that very few people would be interested in a product for this purpose.

I gave up when it asked whether I have a HT or FS.

LimitedGarry wrote:

Once me and my friend decided to go for a trip. After a few killer climbs in the local woods, we descended into a small town. Had a beer and a sausage with no mustard cause they didn't have any, sadly. Then we headed out into the nearby fields, hoping to avoid main road. As we were progressing further and further, the terrain was becoming more and more difficult to pass through, even on foot. But as stubborn as we were, we continued pressing on. In the end, we ended up having to carry our bikes through 2-3km of dry rape field (you heard that right) before getting back onto a rideable terrain. We made it home, I got a thorn into my tire but it was alright until I got home (found out about it later that day when I came to pick stuff from my bike).

inb4 pics or it didn't happen, pic of my friend carrying his bike through dry rape


The point of this is, neither of us cared about a bike carrying thingy, we just wanted to get the hell out of that field.

Why did they not have any mustard. Did you not phone in advance to check if they had it? Got a probnlem with carrying your own condiment set? Did the field really rape you?

FishFish wrote:

Why did they not have any mustard. Did you not phone in advance to check if they had it? Got a probnlem with carrying your own condiment set? Did the field really rape you?

We got lost a bit in those woods and ended up in a completely different town. So we just bought some beer in this tinny shop and took them outside, trying to figure out where we need to go. It was weird as hell. First we had an old lady asking if we haven't seen her husband somewhere because he was supposed to be looking after some kids but wasn't. Then and older guy saw us sitting on a bench drinking beer and said "You guys are cyclists, right? Those your bikes?" And then invited us to an establishment just around the corner where they were letting people taste and then buy (if they wanted to) sausages. Few minutes later, that same lady came asking us about her husband as if she hadn't just five minutes ago.
We wen't into said establishment, tried a few sausages, bought a couple each (literal couple) and what do you know... No mustard in this mutha.

About the rape field, well let's just say I felt that for a few days. Dry rape is a bit sharp. To my knowledge though, no actual raping occurred in the field on that particular day. We were mad as hell since about halfway in. There was a fence running through the middle of the field for no good reason and we had to go around. Then we tried about three times going to a spot that seemed to provide an exit, only to find out it doesn't and we need to either go back or further. Unfortunately, we kept going further. The whole rape field experience was rather unpleasant but we laugh every time we talk about it.

Oh and the whole thing is entertaining when you tell it in my native language, but english just gives it that one extra comedy point.