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2nd dibs on Joe Blow-ho

Looking for a Campag 144 1/8” 48t

Dibs the Brooks Saddle Bag

Checked it out - was advised at the time that only if they chop off the wrong leg can you claim. Although, I'm looking into the fact that the right side of my chest still has no feeling after 11.5 months. Could be a go-er.

Thank you - ha ha, yes, my humour was my only comfort.

It was a night and a half.

The A&E I visited only spotted my dislocated shoulder, so sent me home after resetting it with the broken ribs, a punctured lung and internal bleeding. When, next day my horrified GP sent me to the local hospital, they then stuck a blood drain in the wrong place, which then led me to be operated on again the following evening to rectify the original fuck up.

Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed my time in hospital...apart from the searing pain, of course.

Ha!

I know, I wish I'd taken a more methodical approach to my selection. Too late now, so fingers crossed he comes through for me.

Thanks mate!

Yes, I've seen this on the app subsequently - not long after we lodged our claim , actually.

I think the driver (and his car insurers) is definitely responsible - but, we'll have to haul them in front of a judge before they'll concede.

Ha ha

My god - that is sooooooo ugly

So bib-shorts would fulfil this job? Interesting, I should try a pair - any recommendations? Don't want to spend a fortune. I hate cycling shorts though - is there a pair with minimum padding so I can wear my normal troos over them?

I was looking at the city-boy market

They are a bit stretchy - have to be, as I stretched them up as far as my nipples. 50p a pair in Phnom Pen.
I'm actually worried that I might not be able to extract them from my tender regions this evening - so close to the firmament were they schlepped.
Do you think I could do Dragon's Den with a new 'braces for your underpants' concept?

11 and a half months after being knocked off my bike by an Uber car - incurring 5 broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, punctured lung and still no feeling on the left side of my chest - I was finally back on the bike this morning for the 10 mile commute to work.
3 rides in and my bod's seems to be holding up fine - APART from my right testicle seems to be getting squashed and is really unpleasantly painful as I pedal. There is relief when i stand up on the pedals, when there's no squashing on me jacobs. But it's not ideal to have to keep getting off the saddle every 5 minutes. I'm resigned that this is the consequence of old-man-ever-low-hanging-bollocks.
What's the solution? Is it looser keks? I got a little bit of relief today by pulling my boxers up to my chest, which seemed to elevate my swingers and avoiding the crush. Does anyone know if there's a commercially available range of underwear which perform this function?

11 and a half months after being knocked off my bike by an Uber car - incurring 5 broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, punctured lung and still no feeling on the left side of my chest - I was finally back on the bike this week for the commute to work.
The driver, the UK-media-bigwig passenger (who opened the passenger door I smashed into without checking to see if anything was coming up the side) and Uber all refuse to accept responsibility for this and are playing the game of blaming each other, which means it's a precarious situation with regards to getting compensation. Takin' all the mofos to court init. But can you imagine if your loved one had been killed, and you had to go through all this shit? Fuck Uber. Take care on the road, people.

Pm'd

Saddle bag please. Pm'd

I was planning on using a wire brush, dear. Which reminds me of my favourite joke:

A senior general (think of Stephen Fry as General Melchett) is visiting a field hospital during the First World War. He comes into a ward and approaches the first bed, where the soldier struggles to come to attention, lying down.
"At ease," says the general. "Why are you here?"
"Piles, sir. Chronic piles. Can't walk sir on account of the piles."
"I see" says the general. "What treatment are you being given?"
"Wire brush, sir. Wire brush morning and evening."
"Jolly good. jolly good. And what do you want most in life?"
"I want to get better so I can go out and kill the Hun for King and Country, sir."
"First rate. Carry on." And the general goes to the next bed.

"At ease," says the general to the next chap. "Why are you here?"
"Crabs sir. Chronic infestation of crabs."
"I see," says the general, easing away a little. "What treatment?"
"Wire brush sir. Morning and evening, wire brush."
"Excellent. First class. And what do you most want in life?"
"I want to get well so I can kill hundreds of the bosche, sir."
"That's the spirit," and the general moves on to the third bed.

"At ease," says the general. "What are you in hospital for?"
"Pyorrheoa, sir. Chronic infection of the gums."
"Yes, good, good. What treatment?"
"Wire brush, sir. Morning and evening, wire brush."
"That's the spirit. And what do you desire most in life?"
"To get my hands on the wire brush before those two bastards use it."

@finger_jockey I used a reciprocating saw with a wood blade - which theoretically couldn't do much damage to the steel...not foolproof though, as I did create a 1 mm score in the steel.

I think this would do a decent job though: http://bit.ly/2znk0nT

Ha ha @xrayspex- thanks. Doing it at work, on the quiet - so had to subdue my delight, somewhat.

@Tonts, I've just ordered some Kurust to deal with the internal rust, and I have 2 different kinds of grease - one purchased for bottom bracket, and one for the seatpost on my other bike. Can't remember which was for which :(

Right. Any recommendations on post-post removal?

Fuck a duck. I've only gone and got it out. Only a tiny internal scratch where I was a bit vigorous with my sawing.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/td1wnilml6p3s4y/2018-11-02%2014.33.40.jpg?dl=0

https://www.dropbox.com/s/j05goyee3kprqqo/2018-11-02%2014.33.45.jpg?dl=0

@TheShipwrightght. I estimate there's about 5 inches of post left in the frame