One of those days...

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David Nutter

For some freakish reason, I decided that getting to work for eight this morning would be a great
idea[1] and got up accordingly. It was dark, raining and the roads unaccountably full of traffic. To
cap it all, I must've neglected to tighten the pinch bolt on the rear derailleur sufficiently when I
replaced the cable yesterday and it slipped as I downshifted rapidly while approaching some lights.

So I stopped, fished out the toolkit, fixed it and rode off feeling very pleased with myself. It
wasn't until I got to work that I discovered my allen keys were still sitting on the side of the
road somewhere :(

Bah. See [1].



[1] I blame the Castle Eden special ale the night before.
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