I was wandering out of work practically dancing for joy as I have a week off to relax and chill after a hectic few months, so I go to my bike parked in the car park.. I start her up to get the engine warm, put on my crash helmet and my gloves and on I get..
I grab hold of the bars and go to paddle her backwards out of my parking space… and nothing…. She’s not moving at all…
So I push a little harder… Still nothing… No movement at all..
WTF!!! I think to myself…
I get off thinking there’s summat preventing one or other of the wheels moving and notice I’ve got a flippin flat tyre 😦
I go back to work, swearing my head off (as you do on occasions such as this!) and announce that I’m not going anywhere.. My boss very kindly offers me a lift home, via Kings at Kidlington to pick up my boyfriends birthday present and I make it home..
When my boyfriend goes back to the office to pick a few things up later he takes a look at my tyre and notices I have a rusty screw poking a good 2″ out of my tyre!
So now I’m at home, my bike is 20 miles away in the garage at the yard and now I have to somehow get her home to our local shop to get the tyre sorted out..
I’m not impressed..
Bloody Friday the 13ths!!
I flippin hate them!!!