On our ride today, mrs P got a p*ncture from a broken piece of pottery (refreshing change from glass though) and had to walk the last mile home as she was too pissed off to change the tube.
Just after this, I trod stinking sh1t into my spd sl cleats and then smeared it all over my pristine new white pedals. When I say stinking, I mean I was watery eyed wretching as I cleaned it off.
Clearly I have wronged someone badly this week.
Just after this, I trod stinking sh1t into my spd sl cleats and then smeared it all over my pristine new white pedals. When I say stinking, I mean I was watery eyed wretching as I cleaned it off.
Clearly I have wronged someone badly this week.
