In fairness I've not seen that happen to a bike since I was a kid. I think you were let down, Miranda, and that it's a very, very rare thing. I've certainly never had it happen to me, and I've ridden all kinds of bikes, going back to the days of triangular rather than parallelogram derailleurs and it's never, ever happened to me.
And I don't think that you should worry overmuch about when to change gear - on that same hill I forgot I was in the big ring, went all the way down and then shifted to the smaller ring while standing up. Obviously the best thing to do is to change at the front before the climb rather than after, because that is where problems can occur, but you didn't do anything wrong on that climb at all. You simply looked for a gear you didn't have - which we've all done before - and the stop screw wasn't there to stop the derailleur moving over.
Thanks Dellzeqq. That makes me feel much better as I was convinced it was entirely my fault.
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Quilligans was soon full with the fine citizens of Blackpool. On this admittedly limited sample, the use of the word ugly would be unkind, shall we just say they all seemed to have great faces for radio.
I think that, to be fair, quite a few of the faces were being pulled in disgust to see early morning drunkards cluttering the path to breakfast!
Quite. And not just drunkards, but sweaty drunkards, in spandex and luminous stuff.
We wereI was telling the customers threadling their way through the luminous throng that Quilligans had run out of tea!(And Frank wanted to go to that place that served 3
for a £5 IIRC.
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Thank you.
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"Adrian adopted a squire's gait as he contemplated the thought of another few hours of Frank..."
Are you sure that's not Professor Wallofski without the wig?
Was the bossy chap (the one that dispensed micturating advice to Adrian etc) the one who was the blonde train guard's 'assistant' after we left the station, or was that someone else? Remember how you smoothed her over too, Frank, after she complained about five bikes boarding?![]()