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How did you bend them, crash? No handed riding isn't the best test as there could be many other factors making a bike pull to one side. Headset not adjusted properly, brake cable pull, even your own body being out of whack (chiropractors ftw)

Yup, just grease it up proper

System Ex sounds good. Can you PM me some pics?

Ah, think he's looking for something a bit cheaper than that. Can you go any lower than that? Think he's got tyres sorted.

What would you want for just the rear wheel? I'm after it for a friend needing to build his first fixed.

EDIT: I can probably get a friend to pick it up from you in Oxford, or come back to the motherland myself soonish.

Interested in that rear wheel depending on price

Good luck Jase, I tried finding some info on them and didn't get anywhere. Still guttted about mine getting nicked.

My friend had a stuck post recently, tried everything on Sheldon to remove it but nothing worked. Eventually gave it to a guy that works in an aircraft bearings factory, they froze the post heated the frame slightly and used some massive industrial extractor to get it out.
Total last resort, that one...

Not techincally a new project as I've just found a hefty crack in the GB, gotta get it fixed. So this is a make-do frame for now but undoubtedly will become bike #2

They've been on my bike for months now.

She'll leave it cable-locked outside the opera.

She probably has private security following her round to look after it.

I've had two bikes stolen in my life. One in Oxford from my garage, the other in London.
Second one I spent the best part of a week searching, sleuthing, reporting, etc. but never found it, although did help to recover two of Lenny's bikes at Brick Lane, in what he described as 'like something from a film'.

Would happily take part in a reconstruction, Crimewatch style, if you wanted.

Only done it a couple of times, but definitely been more pissed when I got home, blood pumping the booze to the places that other activities can't reach.

I cycled home really stoned once too (I rarely rarely smoke these days), and I swear I was in the most control I've ever been. Going in a line, straight as a die, checking every single junction that something wasn't coming out, looking over my shoulder at every car passing me. It was like some beautiful paranoia.

I hope a wall mounted moose falls on his head giving him concussion right before some German tourists visit his restaurant and he accidently mentions the war

I hope he doesn't get served for cigarettes because although he is lucky enough to look under 21 he doesn't have any ID to prove he's over 18

I hope he gets an itch right where he can't reach and has to ask someone to scratch it for him but they refuse.

No, you're mum says hi.

I wouldn't pay for you.

And your husband should have done the world a favour and pulled out.

She still shitty about the money I owe her?

Nah, James Martin came round so she's too busy calling him a cunt

It's like me saying, no offence but you mum is a fookin' whore!

She says hi, by the way.

I hope he...

Clever girl.

That apology didn't sound genuine enough, I sensed a strong aura of smarmy cunt coming through that.

I hope that the next time he's walking in the street he sees someone waving at him and smiling so he waves and smiles back only to find out that they are waving at the person who isn't a cunt standing behind him.

That's not a wave

But it was made with aspartame, so half your brain is missing.

I hope his egg timer runs on for 5 minutes when he really wanted it soft boiled.