Had an urgent doctor's appointment today (two actually). Booked a taxi for the second with loads of time to spare. Taxi didn't show in time (none in the area). Rushed to get on bike despite snow as frankly I needed to see doctor.
That the first thing I saw was a fucking taxi from the same company is irrelevant. What I didn't see was a speed bump. Hit the edge of it as it was covered in snowy slushy stuff and off I come.
So that's me fucked for a week.
Handlebars are wonky - no problem you might think. It is when the last BMW guy to get at them tightened the nuts so tight that it's mangled the vibration damping rubber underneath. When you try to take the bike apart so you can get a better angle on the nut and use a ring spanner so you reduce the risk of rounding it off you find you can get only so far before the shape and sizes used on screws, etc are totally fucking weird. It's like they either switch between imperial and metric or just make up a non standard size to stop you servicing yourself.
And I also noticed that during my £700 service at BMW they forgot to put enough (or perhaps any) coolant in as the tank was bone dry (it has min and max marks on it). Lucky it's winter, eh?
So after some kicking, some wonkifying of other bits to compensate and some beer I may have a rideable bike.
I HATE speed bumps, I HATE BMW and I HATE fucking everyone who drove on past without even winding down a window and asking if I was okay.
Luckily the lady behind got out of her car (when I walked up and asked her) and helped me get the damn thing upright.
I saw the speed bump but didn't register it or consider it an issue. What a moronic c**t I am.
