In case I am accused of picking a 'meaningless title', we use this term, sarcastically, in Scotland when someone has been ridiculously unlucky.
Having ordered a part for my bike from a dealer some miles away, I received a call last night to tell me that it had arrived. So this morning I decided that I would cycle to collect it. Rather than cycle direct to the shop, I chose to go via a more 'scenic' - but longer - route. So, 1 hour and over 20 miles later I arrived at the shop, eager to collect my difficult to source and much anticipated part. Only to find the dealer had stuck a handwritten note to his door - 'back at 11am'. As I stared at the door, then my watch, I realised that it was only 10am. Back in the saddle. Back to home!
Lucky white heather!
Having ordered a part for my bike from a dealer some miles away, I received a call last night to tell me that it had arrived. So this morning I decided that I would cycle to collect it. Rather than cycle direct to the shop, I chose to go via a more 'scenic' - but longer - route. So, 1 hour and over 20 miles later I arrived at the shop, eager to collect my difficult to source and much anticipated part. Only to find the dealer had stuck a handwritten note to his door - 'back at 11am'. As I stared at the door, then my watch, I realised that it was only 10am. Back in the saddle. Back to home!
Lucky white heather!