Bike … check
Stout lock … check
Lights … check
Gloves … check
Scary yellow jacket … check
Nerves of steel … check
Wet wipes … wet wipes?
Yes, wet wipes. Especially if you are the owner of this bike, which was parked next to mine in the tunnel this morning.
I don’t know what was in the little pot – my guess was barbeque sauce, the other half guessed yoghurt, either way I wasn’t going close enough to find out – but whatever it was, the resulting stain is going to be extremely embarrassing in any colour. I suppose as a consolation the bike does at least still have a saddle (and both its wheels, pedals and handlebars) but even so, without wet wipes you’d be wheeling the bike. Or wearing a very long shirt for the rest of the day
And as a post script I would just like to add that I showed this to the other half this evening and the response was ‘ha ha – did you do that?’ I may have given the impression recently that I was scratching around for blog material – I would like it put on record that I am not that desperate
Have a good weekend, one and all. With the exception of whoever was responsible for the above…