More fun and games with Norky bike today. Off I went to deliver the spare wheel to the bike shop so that Jo’s dud wheel can be replaced with a spare — the infamous evil replacement wheel from hell (or in the UK). Casually mentioning that my gears aren’t quite working properly, investigation reveals that old bottom bracket and the new cranks don’t quite agree with each other, and a narrow bottom bracket is required… The shop is then turned upside down and many a box is emptied trying to find appropriate sized parts, and a quarter-hour quick visit turns into a leisurely hour and a half.
Then on the way home some idiot decides to run into me. I was stopped at the traffic lights, parked in the “forward bicycle box” when a car pulled up behind me, parking inside the bike box markings. Pale blue sports car, Victorian registration NOY-007. The left-turn arrow went green, and without indicating, the motorist started off, then turned sharp left, pushing me sideways off my bike so I ended up flat on my arse on the footpath! No idea what — if anything — was going on in his head, he stopped around the corner and sat there looking at me in the mirror, then drove off.
