more tramworks

out by the depot...where the trams themselves have proliferated at a rate to astound...for such a wee toy railway...

so, having been riding the bike on 6 or 7 gears depending on mood, for the last ten days - whilst cycling up corstorphine hill the rear deraillier jumped through 180 degrees and went through my back wheel, luckily going uphill - i finally took it in to the bike shop to get fixed, or at least to find out what the damage really was and order up the part(s)....only to have a blast of;

"fughin' hell mate, you haven't ridden this have you?"
"aye, for the last ten days. why?"
"have you seen this?"
at which point he gets me to look at the hanger for the deraillier, which is to say this

so, for the last ten days my continued physical existence, such as it is, was hanging upon this small piece of metal and its crack...on the edge of sending the deraillier and chain through the back wheel....

"christ!", said i, "i've been cycling along the glasgow road and across the bypass."
"you're a psycho mate. you're lucky to be alive. ten days. fughin' hell."
"i didn't know"
"you should leave the bike here until the part arrives, save yourself from temptation."
"no, now i know i wouldn't cycle on it."
"how will you get home?"
"i thought that i'd cycle..."
"i think that you should leave it here."

and so bikeless but alive i stumble on...

and my folio is working again:-)
so this is the one i tried and failed to upload on friday...