And lo! did Naich go rummaging in the Cav. skips in search of a bit of metal that would hold his reservoir securely in his chiller box. Praying to Ceilliau Blewog, the goddess of salvage, he dived head first into the metals skip. And in her wisdom Ceilliau Blewog did deliver unto his hand the perfect bit of metal, complete with holes already drilled in it. And there was much rejoicing. And Naich did praise Ceilliau Blewog and promise to offer up a sacrifice of a small annoying cat on his return home.
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The enchanted skip
Wednesday, June 15th, 2011Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a dustbin?
Wednesday, June 16th, 2010It’s my new bike. Behold:
My faithless steed
She is a mixture of Taliban (wheels, front brakes, gears), Jedward (seat, pedals, mudguard, handlebars) and the skip-rescue bike, which I called Black Death. In order to commemorate the unholy union of 3 shitty bikes, her name is Jelideath. Let her name ring down through the ages whenever a shit bicycle is mentioned.