Panter
Just call me Chris...
Took the faithful old commuter to the LBS for some major works due to a, ahem, slight amount of neglect.
Long story short, it would have cost a fair bit to sort it out so discussions naturally turned to N+1, a cyclocross bike and the offer of a quick test ride.
The recommended steed was wheeled out and I duly set off for a (very enjoyable) run.
On returning to the shop it seemed as good a time as any to assess its kerb hopping abilities.
So, forgetting I wasn't clipless, I approached the kerb, loaded the front end and gave an almight spring upwards and forwards to gracefully sail up and onto the path.
Only I didn't.
The bike stayed put and I very ungracefully flew clean over the bars and landed in a crumpled heap outside the shop.
Fortunately, probably due to the rain, there was no-one around so I sauntered in, slapped my cash down trying to ignore my bloodied hands, grabbed the bikes and scarpered.
Ho hum!
Long story short, it would have cost a fair bit to sort it out so discussions naturally turned to N+1, a cyclocross bike and the offer of a quick test ride.
The recommended steed was wheeled out and I duly set off for a (very enjoyable) run.
On returning to the shop it seemed as good a time as any to assess its kerb hopping abilities.
So, forgetting I wasn't clipless, I approached the kerb, loaded the front end and gave an almight spring upwards and forwards to gracefully sail up and onto the path.
Only I didn't.
The bike stayed put and I very ungracefully flew clean over the bars and landed in a crumpled heap outside the shop.
Fortunately, probably due to the rain, there was no-one around so I sauntered in, slapped my cash down trying to ignore my bloodied hands, grabbed the bikes and scarpered.
Ho hum!
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