Panter
Just call me Chris...
- Location
- Sittingbourne, Kent
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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