Some people give names to their bikes. Why? If I was going to name an inanimate object then I’d rather name something that talks to me, like my telly.
- What are you doing tonight?
- I’ll chill with Bill.
- Who’s Bill?
- Bill the telly. He’s cool. He’s got Sky Sports.
If you’re giving your bike a woman’s name just so you can say “Tonight, I’ll be riding Jill hard” then you are a nob!
If that’s the case you might as well name your oven after a woman so you can say when cooking chicken “Tonight. I’ll be putting my cock in Stephanie!”
So, I don’t name my bikes. I refer to them boringly as Bike 1, Bike 2, Bike 3 etc
Once upon a bike in a far away land there was…
Bike 1 – my first love. It was a racer (which is what I called a road bike when I was at school). We were inseparable until we quite literally separated. It snapped in two! Which was annoying as I was riding it at the time.
That sounds very dramatic but I was biking uphill and travelling so slowly that I was able to stop and get off.
I sold the bike to a school friend. His dad owned a garage so was able to weld it back together.
My friend lived at the top of a big hill. He took the bike out and rode down the hill. The bike snapped and he hit a car. He ended up in hospital with a broken leg. In my defence, he did know what he was buying…
And then there was Bike 2….
To be continued.