Yeah, I wouldn't go as far as to say that Bill, it was a "daily rider" that was ridden in all weather and parked outside at his job, but the fact that he put it away in his garage when it was only 14 years old is probably what really saved it.
Today I sneaked off from "Working from home" and drove over to the tyre shop. I handed the tyres to Ari, the boss, who immediately took them into the workshop and gestured that I take a seat in the fancy lounge. Five minutes later he came out looking perplexed and said, "Those tyres have tubes in them, do you want tubes put back in?" I explained that the early Comstars weren't really suited to tubeless tyres (although I'm guessing he didn't put tubes in my last F2 wheels, because they were considerably cheaper) so he said he'd install new tubes. I wandered over to have a look at this display, which turns out to be a real race car, less engine and trans:
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I spotted today's newspaper on a table, so sat down to read the paper to pass the time. This little "Letter to the editor" made me laugh, working with public servants. Trevor from Warragul might have a feud on his hands.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I kept reading the newspaper until I ran out of things to read, what the fcuk was taking so long? Then I remembered the conversation about the tube, and I reckon Ari had sent the office boy around to a bike shop to pick up a new tube. Anyway, eventually he brought them out, and I took them home. I stopped on the way home to get a haircut at my local barber shop, run by young Middle Eastern chaps. They don't talk much, but they cut well. There was only one barber there, who had another young Arabic chap in the chair. I asked if I could get a haircut and the barber said, "Sure, I'll be about ten minutes". I sat and waited, and waited, and fcuking waited while they rattled on in Fasi while he cut his hair, trimmed his beard, his eyebrows, even his fcuking nose hairs, and then waxed his fcuking face! Fcuk my black dog! Finally he fcuked off (without paying, it appeared) and I got called up. To be fair the barber was quite apologetic and cut my hair in less time that it took to pluck the camel humper's eyebrows, and charged me 5 bucks less than the price on the price board, so I forgave him, and headed for home.
I'd promised the wife that I'd order in Chicken, Coleslaw and chips from a local shop, but first wanted to install the wheels, so I quickly put them back on, and was happy.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I found this pic from the same angle when I brought it home a couple of weeks ago, and think it looks way better now.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
The front view looks much better now too.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I finally dragged my sorry arse inside after fighting with the chain's joining link with it's "pressed on" sideplate behind the clip annoying me and not wanting to go on, and the sprocket cover not wanting to go back in, but eventually I was able to order the chicken, and wasn't disappointed.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
The wife liked it too, and as I still had a lot leftover from my pack (I bought two for us) she suggested that she buy some bread rolls tomorrow so I can make myself a cold chicken and coleslaw roll, which I thought was a fine idea. Apart from all the waiting and fuming, it wasn't a bad day.