“Is that Andrew?”
“This is the man from the bike shop.”
“I just wanted to let you know…”
My bike was ready to be picked up. My good bike. My race steed. My carbon fibre beauty that only needs a new chain, some lube and a little servicing and love after hibernating over Winter and now preparing to face the sunny promise of Spring?
“… we’ve found a crack.”
“As in the drug?”
“As in your frame.”
“We’re going to phone the manufacturer and we’ll let you know next week what we can do next.”
“Mr Todd , are you still there?”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOT MY BIKE!
[To be continued]