bike

I crashed my bike, again.
his fault though, not mine ~ Mr Cab Driver wa snot paying attention
He turned right accross my path without even indicating and i smashed into his cabs arse and did a big spazzy fall into the middle of the road
I jump up pumped up with adrenalin but, as I am a gentleman who never loses his cool or his temper, I brush my self down and stroll up the road to chat to this fellow about road safety and recompense.

...or in real life

I got a new bike at the weekend. It is a red one. I had to as my old bike, affectionately known as Triggers Broom on account that it had been smashed to bits by cars and me so many times I had replaced absolutely every single thing on the bike except the frame and the fork in the first year or so of owning it and countless times since (clarification if you need more is here), priced himself out of sure and certain resurrection with a broken seat post and shot brakes directly followed by a stolen back wheel.

I was in a really bad mood this morning, telling inanimate objects to fuck right off if they touched me. The iron Adam's bike and a chair faced my wrath. I asked Janit why I was so moody - she said "mice" - I don't know what to make of that. On my way to work I remembered that yesterday I saw a bloke on a mountain bike do a really graceful bunny hop over a little central reservation. I was so jealous I did a little bit of sick in my mouth. So today I was doing feeble 2cm bunny hops all the way to work. I felt a bit like Simon Peg from Spaced on his skateboard in the park but this has now be