A week of effort has paid off and it’s all gone to plan. I still need to add some finishing touches to the project I’ve been working on, but other than that it’s all good. I can look forward to the weekend now and have no worries about work.

This is a good thing, because it means I’m not so preoccupied with my thoughts. This is essential when f****** idiots are trying to kill you on the way to work. Not one, but two, expensive german saloon driving buffoons tried to cut me up this morning. The first was the driver of a burgandy BMW 5 series who tried to cut me up and almost got a foot scrapped along their wing before they backed off the gas and let me keep my space in front of them. Sod off you dick, I’m doing 28mph on a bike in a 30mph zone and you want to overtake me so you can cut me up for the next left hand junction? I think not.

The second probably only about 15 seconds later was the driver of a silver E-Class Mercedes who, as I was trying to change lanes just sat along side me looking at me through their passenger window and neither accelerated or slowed down. It ended up putting me into the armco at the side of the road when I ran out of space. I stopped in time, but for the love of god, where do there people learn to drive? Also why is it that these incidents only ever occur when it’s pissing it down? Being on a bike is miserable enough when it’s wet and you’re suffering from reduced braking distances and greasy diesel covered city streets.

I moved offices again at work. I’m no longer able to look out of the window as I sit with my back to the one in my new location. This I have decided is no bad thing because when it’s raining I can’t tell. This is good for the soul because there’s nothing more depressing than looking over a grey, bleak and wet city. This year seems to have gone pretty much from Spring to Autumn with only two weeks of summer in Manchester, when of course I wasn’t here. Talking of which I almost wasn’t here after this morning when on the way to work I was cut up by a Stagecoach bus on Oxford Road. I remember why I never ride in that way now. I have a near miss almost everytime I ride to work along Europe’s busiest bus route.

New set of wheels in the house courtesy of an enthusiast from near Durham. It feels good to have some mobility again, although as always this will be a weekend set of wheels as riding to work by bike, every day, all year around is the law.

Peugeot 106 Rallye 1.6i 16v plus a new dedicated rallye section to the blog

One of the things I’ve been meaning to do in the garage for ages is to sort out my tyres. There’s been tyres in bags, tyres in boxes, tyres hanging on hooks, new tyres, used tyres, muddy tyres… Lots of tyres and no easy means of finding the tyre you’re looking for or keeping them in one place. Two Estate Agent For Sale sign posts (there is an advantage to student beer trophies), a few nails and a little patience later and there’s now a tyre rack in the garage to keep things organised.

I don’t post these very often, but this is a good’un.

Two guys meet up in a bar. The first one asks, “Did your hear the news - Mike is dead??!!!”

“Woah, what the hell happened to him?”

“Well he was on his way over to my house the other day and when he arrived outside the house he didn’t brake properly and boom - He hit the curb, the car flipped over and he crashed through the sunroof - Went flying through the air and smashed through my upstairs bedroom window.”

“What a horrible way to die!”

“No no, he survived that, that didn’t kill him at all. So, he’s landed in my upstairs bedroom and he’s all covered in broken glass on the floor. Then, he spots the big old antique wardrobe we
have in the room and reaches up for the handle to try to pull himself up. He’s just dragging
himself up when bang, this massive wardrobe comes crashing down on top of him, crushing him and breaking most of his bones.”

“What a way to go, that’s terrible!”

“No no, that didn’t kill him he survived that. He managed to get the wardrobe off him and crawls out onto the landing, he tries to pull himself up on the banister but under his weight, the banister breaks and he goes falling down on to the first floor. In mid air, all the broken banister poles spin and fall on him, pinning him to the floor, sticking right through him.”

“Now that is the most unfortunate way to go!”

“No no, that didn’t kill him, he even survived that. So he’s on the downstairs landing, just beside the kitchen. He crawls in to the kitchen, tries to pull himself up on the stove, but reached for a big pot of boiling hot water, whoosh, the whole thing came down on him and burned most of his skin off him.”

“Man, what a way to go!”

“No no, he survived that, he survived that! He’s lying on the ground, covered in boiling water and he spots the phone and tries to pull himself up, to call for help, but instead he grabs the light switch and pulls the whole thing off the wall and the water and electricity didn’t mix and so he got electrocuted, wallop, 10,000 volts shot through him.”

“Now that is one awful way to go!”

“No no, he survived that…”

“Hold on now, just how the hell did he die?”

“I shot him!”

“You shot him? What the hell did you shoot him for?”

“He was wrecking my house.”