I feel increasingly cut off. Out on my own, out on a limb, out of my mind. Perhaps this blog will help me. Expect to find random descriptions of life, bike riding related diatribes, fruitless spleen venting and musical confusion.
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Pole Jam Construction.
Gringo our mustachioed delivery driver for the Cycle Centre, piloted his TNT van straight into this pole after being distracted. He was looking at a scantily clad Shields Road 'lovely' and drove over this pole at the end of our loading bay.
We had to remove the side bars of Gringo's van so he could carry on with his round much to the disapproval of the locals drinking outside of Jackson's pub.
"You can't remove that mate, 1 of the bairns could get sucked underneath."
The resulting angled pole is quite loose and the ground surrounding it is pretty uneven but it's an extra fat pole so it might be of some use to a BMX.
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