tjs282
Stone \ Cold / Fish
Both our boys 'decided' to grow too big for their old bikes over the last 6 months, so this morning we all pedalled over to the bike shop on the other side of town (about 7.5 km each way), and laid out a little over 900 Euros on 2 new(ish) bikes, plus assorted upsold extras (pannier rack, bike lock, chain-brush, and a new pair of bike-gloves for me).
But that is not my rant.
My rant is that when I went to do the usual Saturday grocery-run (about an hour after we got back from the bike shop), there were no accessible spaces left on the supermarket bike rack. So I left my bike locked and balanced on its kickstand at the end of the row. Yeah, I know, not the best idea, but I didn't have a decent alternative, and I've got away with doing it more than once in the past. Not this time though.
Because while I was inside, some jerkwad piece of **** crashed past/into my parked bike hard enough to knock it over sideways, snapping off the plastic eyelet at the fork-end of the mudgard-support, and bending the front mounting-bracket for that support outwards by about 45°, leaving the front mudguard swinging loose. And never mind hanging around to offer to pay for the damage (I'm willing to bet that I will have to buy a whole new mudguard, just to obtain the one small plastic fitting that actually needs to be replaced), or even just to apologise, that careless, clumsy, inconsiderate arse-monkey left my bike laying where it had fallen*, and scarpered.
Once I got home I spent the next hour or so dismounting the broken pieces, hammering both the brackets back into shape, and then straightening, cutting, and re-bending an old wire coathanger into an improvised replacement support. It's not pretty, but it should stop the mudguard hitting the wheel while I'm riding, at least until I can get back to a bike shop to buy the replacement parts (it was nearly 5 pm when I got done, so the shops were already shut(ting).
I really hate people sometimes...
Spoiler :
As an extra service (for a small percentage, naturally!), the shop offers to sell on unwanted bikes, so the boys left their old bikes there and rode home on the new ones; if the old bikes really do get sold for the salesman's price-estimates, we should (eventually) get about 80-90 Euro back, which is better than a kick in the teeth.
My rant is that when I went to do the usual Saturday grocery-run (about an hour after we got back from the bike shop), there were no accessible spaces left on the supermarket bike rack. So I left my bike locked and balanced on its kickstand at the end of the row. Yeah, I know, not the best idea, but I didn't have a decent alternative, and I've got away with doing it more than once in the past. Not this time though.
Because while I was inside, some jerkwad piece of **** crashed past/into my parked bike hard enough to knock it over sideways, snapping off the plastic eyelet at the fork-end of the mudgard-support, and bending the front mounting-bracket for that support outwards by about 45°, leaving the front mudguard swinging loose. And never mind hanging around to offer to pay for the damage (I'm willing to bet that I will have to buy a whole new mudguard, just to obtain the one small plastic fitting that actually needs to be replaced), or even just to apologise, that careless, clumsy, inconsiderate arse-monkey left my bike laying where it had fallen*, and scarpered.
Spoiler * :
Increasing the jerk-factor another couple of notches, they'd knocked the bike so hard that it was now lying inside the bounds of the adjacent disabled-only parking-space, blocking it.
I really hate people sometimes...