Even if I do go quiet for a couple of days. I may or may not be taking part in a Gathering of the Clans in a location not unadjacent to Leominster[1] Youth Hostel. Any urcers who live nearby, feel free to stop at the sign of the girlie pink Volvo. But the Blandford Fly is MINE! ALL MINE!!!!
[1] And what haominster spelled it like that I want to know?
Guy -- "then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
Even if I do go quiet for a couple of days. I may or may not be taking part in a Gathering of the Clans in a location not unadjacent to Leominster[1] Youth Hostel. Any urcers who live nearby, feel free to stop at the sign of the girlie pink Volvo. But the Blandford Fly is MINE! ALL MINE!!!!
[1] And what haominster spelled it like that I want to know?
Well, as long as you don't end up in Ireland by mistake...
(Did you hear the one about the opera sets that got delivered to Beirut instead of Bayreuth?)
Re the subject line: I notice there have been a lot of accidents among URCers recently. You all have my deepest sympathies. I was nearly among your number the other day when taking a corner slightly too fast in the wet - despite applying the brakes well in advance and letting off before entering the turn, I misjudged the sharpness of the corner and felt my front wheel disappear from under me... I have no idea how I managed to stay upright. Immediately on returning home I made a ritual bonfire of inner tubes to say thanks to the cycling gods.
Just looking at the weather out there and thinking twice about whether or not to go out tomorrow morning...
On Sat, 18 Dec 2004 21:39:00 +0000, [email hidden] (Andy Hewitt) wrote in message <[email hidden]>:
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the Blandford Fly is MINE! ALL MINE!!!!
Not unless I get there first!
Thanks for reminding me, I'll hide it as I unpack ;-)
[ note to onlookers: Andy is my bro-in-law ]
Guy -- "then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
On Sat, 18 Dec 2004 21:54:35 +0000, davek <[email hidden]>
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I notice there have been a lot of accidents among URCers recently. You all have my deepest sympathies. I was nearly among your number the other day when taking a corner slightly too fast in the wet - despite applying the brakes well in advance and letting off before entering the turn,
I have found my bike a bit sideways a couple of times lately, but I have finally worked out that the front brake is actually below par, so the back is swinging out. New pads of a sintered variety have been obtained at Enormous Expense and will be fitted close to that plant over there[1].
Hey - let's be careful out there!
[1] the near fuchsia.
Guy -- "then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
I notice there have been a lot of accidents among URCers recently.
Indeed. Hopefully my cast comes off on Monday, and I may also have a working computer by then so I can write in all the details. (Having an immobile right wrist seems to have made my spelling go to pieces, for some reason). Also looking forward to going out on the bike.
"Just zis Guy, you know?" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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Even if I do go quiet for a couple of days. I may or may not be taking part in a Gathering of the Clans in a location not unadjacent to Leominster[1] Youth Hostel. Any urcers who live nearby, feel free to stop at the sign of the girlie pink Volvo. But the Blandford Fly is MINE! ALL MINE!!!!
Re the subject line: I notice there have been a lot of accidents among URCers recently. You all have my deepest sympathies. I was nearly among your number the other day when taking a corner slightly too fast in the wet - despite applying the brakes well in advance and letting off before entering the turn, I misjudged the sharpness of the corner and felt my front wheel disappear from under me... I have no idea how I managed to stay upright. Immediately on returning home I made a ritual bonfire of inner tubes to say thanks to the cycling gods.
I've had partial front wheel washouts on the last two Saturdays, both on RH bends, both on roads that looked OK and weren't icy. It's so rare for this to happen on anything except ice that I'm suspicious of the tyres.
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I've had partial front wheel washouts on the last two Saturdays, both on RH bends, both on roads that looked OK and weren't icy. It's so rare for this to happen on anything except ice that I'm suspicious of the tyres.
I'd hold your horses. Roads have been REALLY BAD over the past few weeks. I've let my tyre pressures down and have found better traction. Most of the regular crew I ride with have had 'partial washouts' lately...we all ride different flavours of tyres.
Give it a few more miles and then decide.
-- Mark (MSA) ______________________________________________ Remember, half the people you know are below average
On Wed, 22 Dec 2004 17:33:02 +0000, [email hidden] (Andy Hewitt) wrote in message <[email hidden]>:
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6 hours to get home BTW.
2 1/4 for us, but I bet you beat my 32mpg :-)
Guy -- "then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
