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!
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!