I came off my bike this morning..

..on the way into work. It's really greasy at this time of year, so be careful fellow two-wheelers!

Motor or push?

Mountain bike. On which I didn't manage to negotiate a 2" kerb!

You should try 'Punks in the Gym' when it comes to mountains or rocks.

What's that, Bradders?

Save this for the friday funny, Jonty.

Yes, it doubtless provided a chortle for the drivers in the queue next to me as I crashed, too. Qunts.

Jontyh wrote:..on the way into work. It's really greasy at this time of year, so be careful fellow two-wheelers!

Same thing happened to my 4 year old son when I took his training wheels off too soon.

It's not really funny at all of course.

Jontyh wrote:Yes, it doubtless provided a chortle for the drivers in the queue next to me as I crashed, too. Qunts.

I hope someone youtubes it. That way drivers from all around the world can derive benefit.

For Jonty and Woody...

Good to see that bike fetish under better control, jonty.

Not much chance of coming off mine but its a bugger to get round corners.

I have one of those, but like the pedal to the metal feel of an actual bike-chain assembly. Also need a device to throw wind on the face and should get proportionately nippier at higher speed.

lardbucket wrote:Good to see that bike fetish under better control, jonty.

He's been coming on his bike for years.

I resemble that comment.

jonty do you sniff your seat after a long trip ...

Jontyh wrote:What's that, Bradders?

Sorry the Sangria had kicked in. You were talking about mountains and rocks and accidents (I think) and the world's hardest rock climb came to mind. It's called 'Punks in the Gym' (why I don't know). We used to sit at the bottom of it (It's only forty feet or so) and watch wankers try to flash it (climbing unassisted) and laugh our heads off as they fell off at about the ten feet mark.

We also used to soak rock hard biscuits in port or sherry at the camp ground and watch possums eat them and then try to climb trees. We used to bet on which one would fall first.

You're story reminded me of how the best humour is someone else suffering.

Aye. I remember seeing an old woman glissando on a patch of ice once and her groceries spilled all over the road. I'd have helped her if I hadn't been so convulsed with laughter that I couldn't move.

I once went to the aid of someone who had fallen off his bike - his arm looked a bit messy covered in claret, then I realised that he'd hacked a lump of flesh off his elbow and I was staring at the bone - I damn near threw up on the spot.

Smooth Bas. Did you manage to stop vomiting before calling 999?

lardbucket wrote:Good to see that bike fetish under better control, jonty.

Have we heard from Jonty since that weirdo was arrested for coming ON his bike in Sweden?

Just got back this morning, Lardy.
They let me out for the Ashes.

Good to know!

Jontyh wrote:Just got back this morning, Lardy.
They let me out for the Ashes.

You didn't bump into Vilks?