For other, perhaps even more worthy, cycling/MTB journals this wouldn’t merit more than a throw away sentence. A few discarded words of soapy routine maybe, but a whole post? Definitely not.
You all should fear for the very existence of the universe and the fabric of the cosmos itself. That’s right Fat Lad has cleaned his bike. I don’t mean the usual rinse down with the hose it gets every week or so, but a real life, honest soapy water, sponge and bucket job:
Don’t adjust your monitors those really are my shorts.
So in a few short hours it went from this:
to this:
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Mmmm Shiny. I even turtle-waxed the mother-feckin frame. Don’t worry dear readers this is not to become a regular fixture.
On pulling out the trusty steed from Roachy’s van on the Sunday moring jaunt from Oxenhope, Amy summed up the sentiment of everybody present:
“Bloody hell. It’s clean”
Footnote:
I asked Big Worm on Juancho’s Blog the following question:
Dear Big Worm,
I often get criticism from my fellow pootle crew riders about the cleanliness of my bike. Although mechanically sound it has a fine veneer of mud and is what I would call Trail decorated. Big Worm, sometimes, their words hurt.What should I do your holy-invertebrate-ness?
Fat Lad
And got the response at the link above. Strange how these things come together.
I now ask, nay, demand that you add Juancho’s Blog to your rss feeds/bookmarks/favourites whatever as it’s like a transatlantic mirror of these here parts and is consistently well written.
You have been instructed,
Fat Lad
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