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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KERE1eahZys
Geeza with triple triangle and spoke cards getting trolled!
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Might I add that my dealings with Gruby some months back were smooth sailing. My frame turned up very swiftly and was delivered by a private courier who I believe drove all the way from Poland with it. I'd hazard a guess you'll receive the same treatment but that's just speculation.
Hope you get to the bottom of the issue.
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I've been having some trouble finding out what size frame is the perfect fit for me. It's been reminiscent of the bit in Goldilocks and the 3 Bears with the porridge... Get me?
I bought this gorgeous frame from this forum earlier in the year but unfortunately I'm in need of something with a little less height. Sadly it's gotta go.

Here's the link to the original thread with more information and pictures, this frame has not been built up or tampered with since. https://www.lfgss.com/conversations/264925/
I paid about of 300 quid for it all-in-all. I'm hoping to make back most of that amount and I'll make a donation to either the forum or the LCEF. I'm also on the prowl for a new frame in the region of 52cm if you've anything you'd like to swap for it...
I and the goods are both located in Crouch End N8. Let me know if you fancy a look at it.
I'll use this opportunity to thank the original seller and his QUALITY courier service.
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And a less cliché tip of the day while I'm at it (possibly more crappy though).
You know one way of clocking an undercover copper? Shit jeans which fit badly, sort of flared at the bottom, bad taste. It's an even better give-away than a Superdry jacket.
Look out for this attire on the roads as well!!! It's usually a sign of a crap cyclist. Tried and tested! What d'ya reckon?!
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Here comes crappy cliché story of the day!
Caledonian Rd, yesterday morning @ 8.57am, I'm in a rush to get to work.
A chappy on a white road bike is riding bladdy fast behind me. In hindsight I think he was in race mode - beat the courier! Up at the north end and prior to the prison, I'm catching some dodgy vibes from his cycling as he impedes on my space and undercuts me when I'm paused at the red light, proceeding in front of the lights so that he couldn't see them change to green. Standard! "This guy's not concentrating", I think. I overtake as the lights flick and hope not to come in contact again.
Down at the bottom of the hill near the Co-op, I'm pacing it pretty quickly, but I indicate and slow down to let a lady cross at the zebra crossing. Next thing I know, this chap on the white road bike has clipped my rear wheel, slammed on his front brake and is flying head over heels cleated, bike in tow, in the most aggy f**king high speed bike crash I've ever seen! It must've been a double somersault! He'd clearly had his head in the clouds and wasn't watching the roads... I suspect a late one the night before!
Surprisingly he doesn't start beefing with me, respect, but he gets up and is clearly in shock. No blood visible, others rush to the scene and I make my exit with my lips sealed. Little sympathy from me - learn from your own mistakes mister!
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Thanks, those Stragglers look about right.