Thank Heavens for Fiddly Gloves

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Hip Priest

Veteran
Went for a little 36 mile ride this morning. After 12 miles, in the middle of nowhere, I got the dreaded hiss. I pulled into a field, got my kit out and changed the tyre - sorted.

Pushed the bike back to the roadside, went to slip the gloves on, and the inner lining had got messed up. I stood effing and jeffing whilst trying to get them on, turned idly back to look at the field, and realised I'd left my keys on the grass.

Car keys, garage keys, work keys, bike lock keys, the £80 fob I use to access the work car park - all would have been lost, but for my fiddly gloves.

Thanks heavens for fiddly gloves!
 

Moodyman

Legendary Member
You know when something straightforward just doesn't want to happen, it's a way for the Gods to tell you that summat aint right.
 

Keith Oates

Janner
Location
Penarth, Wales
Thank goodness for the gloves HP, but the other thing is to rearrange your 'bag' so that you don't need to take the keys out to get at your tools etc.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Had a similar-ish situation couple years ago and it was raining for England so only ever take a front door key now which is cling-wrapped with my phone, debit card and fiver which are in my jersey back pocket.

Tony
 
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