Bike Stuff

And indeed it came to pass that his Lordship without grumble or procrastination did clean his and her bicycles to such a state of gleaming perfection that he will be awarded the contract again.

And did not I, with a justified twinge of conscience, have coffee with a fellow cyclist in that erstwhile embalming parlour beside the canal, whilst his Lordship got to work in boiler suit and rubber gloves.

There is much pressure now to be extra humble and sweet for the foreseeable future, as a mark of my gratitude for his diligence and oily hands.

Whilst His Lordship has but one bicycle, I have two, which means there is always one or other needing attention.Today it was a brake block on the other bike ( the uncleaned one) that needed replacement.

Now I'm sure that like mending chains, replacing a brake block is something that shouldn't warrant a visit to the bike hospital.
However I am a girl and don't have the necessary skill so to do, and while his Lordship is a dab hand at the cleaning, removal of wheels and mending punctures, he has definite artistic tendencies which preclude fixing things mechanical.

Thus my no2 bike is being attended to as I type by a bike doctor, and is to be collected later this afternoon, hopefully in between the heavy showers of monsoon like rain.

I'm not mentioning to his Lordship that this bike also needs cleaning. There are times when silence is golden.