Cycling UK Forum

661-Pete wrote:

jezer wrote:Some of our club rides go into the Cotswolds, a lovely area to cycle in. We are often in and around Tetbury, famous for the domain of a certain well known land owner. We do encounter very large tractors on narrow lanes, sometimes driven at quite high speeds by youngsters whilst using their mobile phones. Of course I can't accuse anyone directly, but special privileges do spring to mind

Aha! Your allusion to a 'well known land owner' (who, I'm sure, is quite innocent of the wrongdoings of local youngsters - I have to say that or I'll be locked in the Tower) puts me in mind of another well known - but far more infamous - landowner who haunts a considerable area of our part of Sussex.

He too aspires to membership of the elite: at least, he is constructing (and has been for the past 30 years) his very own palace to lord it in - both alive and dead. Not easy to spot from any public road, you can just see it in this street view, over to the right of the road with its golden dome.

I have cycled past there a few times - albeit somewhat nervously.

Knowing of the reputation of this individual (whom I need not name, perhaps) - I'd certainly not care to encounter him or any of his henchmen at the wheel of a tractor - or any other vehicle. Luckily he's fairly reclusive - when not doing time in prison...

Knickerless of the High Street? Who would think of a name like that? He's more of a pleb than the people he wrongly accuses of being so who have a historic right to walk across his land.

I do think that with the multiple guess section of the modern test that a few questions, such as one on Rule 170, would force appropriate behaviour, and also allow for the correct action after incidents.

Without taking sides in this, your current words throughout this post, and your letter, lead me think that you turned into a side road without sufficient observation for road users already there. I think you need to change your words if you are to stand any chance in this.

"Reducing my speed accordingly" - I'm sure their reaction will be "Really?"

I'm with MikeF's interpretation.

And I'm normally absolutely on the cyclists' side.

chrisc wrote:Ex-Morris Minor driver by any chance Mr Rootes ?

But TBH I frequently found that dipping lights as I approached a rural blind bend tended to get my clutch foot double-committed when a gear change was also required !

+1 in a Land Rover Series IIA! Especially if you need to double declutch into second gear!

CREPELLO wrote:You want to ask for Loctite 243 threadlock compound. This is suitable for small bolts, although I have used it on a bottom bracket, after checking with Loctite. Other formulas available are designed for larger fixings and shouldn't be used on smaller fixings.

It's a thin blue liquid you apply as you're mounting the bolt - just let it flow into the threads. Leave 24 hrs or so - it hardens by chemical reaction with the metal, so won't stick to paint.

Actually, technically speaking, the liquid threadlockers are anaerobic adhesives, which do not cure in air, but do cure in the absence of air, such as in the restricted areas of threads.

Indeed. That advice is specific, and does not supersede Rule 151 of the Highway Code.

Meanwhile, recumbent riders, overladen wearing spec's and rainlegs with brown speckled clingons, were doing it in the boudoir without polystyrene hats, green bean pie, even without standing in custard and mash, which as a foot ointment is awfully satisfying and edible afterwards. When the barges were banned from carrying pixies in peak hours (except alternate Tuesdays) and elves at weekends. Trolls are allowed to build bridges whilst consuming haggis road-kill. Trikes can't cross the Millennium desert without some jobsworth checking their anti canti choke for Elf-n-Safety compliance with helmets and furry modesty guards bearskins.

In 2023, hard ceramic tyre's will be cool but brooks swallow will be outlawed by saddle lawmen, until the cycling pundits like Jeremy the unicycling horse becomes president of "One wheel waggon single pannier society". Compulsory stabiliser legislation allows the fitting of windflowers only to handlebars, while H-Bar shopping baskets will need licensing. ShRAMpagnolo touring groupsets will provide anagrams of cassette permutations, mindblowing extrapolations, conical cotter pins and tapered bottom brackets.

Lord's green wicker cycle bell silencer playing Dambusters' March was heard on Britain Lacks Talent. Delightful Devon Dumplings played the kazoos, several swanee whistles, and the ocarina. Marmaduke blew his handbuilt wooden humbucking, mind blowingly bizarre, flared yet fitted, large yet small, European yet UKIP, and yet - somehow - in tune with Bucks Fizz and strung up puppets, loud enough to measure 5.5 on the CTC committee's Rictus Scale. Nostrils on tandems? Ridiculous, risible, rampant, reductionist ratatouille. Edible and too much food. Send for Delia Derbyshire - her music drives men berserk and Daleks delirious but exhilarated. Davros spoke -"Welcome to the Radiophonic Workshop!" William Hartnell replied "Where is Susan?"
"Getting the kilts, Kojjak and Davros, both going 'commando', Patrick Troughton said.

The following day, the Tardis materialised with The Brigadier, but it was last week

Sooper8 wrote:Phone BBC Radio Derby, tell them you've got a great little story of mystery and intrigue...
They'd love that kind of thing,it would run all morning on their station- then a LBS would be desperate to donate a new lock for some publicity and if it was a 'clear up' excercise then whoever has the clear up job can highlight their point too.
Everyone wins?
Or alternativly just accept it and buy a new one?

...but don't leave them lying around in future!

Meanwhile, recumbent riders, overladen wearing spec's and rainlegs with brown speckled clingons, were doing it in the boudoir without polystyrene hats, green bean pie, even without standing in custard and mash, which as a foot ointment is awfully satisfying and edible afterwards. When the barges were banned from carrying pixies in peak hours (except alternate Tuesdays) and elves at weekends. Trolls are allowed to build bridges whilst consuming haggis road-kill. Trikes can't cross the Millennium desert without some jobsworth checking their anti canti choke for Elf-n-Safety compliance with helmets and furry modesty guards bearskins.

In 2023, hard ceramic tyre's will be cool but brooks swallow will be outlawed by saddle lawmen, until the cycling pundits like Jeremy the unicycling horse becomes president of "One wheel waggon single pannier society". Compulsory stabiliser legislation allows the fitting of windflowers only to handlebars, while H-Bar shopping baskets will need licensing. ShRAMpagnolo touring groupsets will provide anagrams of cassette permutations, mindblowing extrapolations, conical cotter pins and tapered bottom brackets.

Lord's green wicker cycle bell silencer playing Dambusters' March was heard on Britain Lacks Talent. Delightful Devon Dumplings played the kazoos, several swanee whistles, and the ocarina. Marmaduke blew his handbuilt wooden humbucking, mind blowingly bizarre, flared yet fitted, large yet small, European yet UKIP, and yet - somehow - in tune with Bucks Fizz and strung up puppets, loud enough to measure 5.5 on the CTC committee's Rictus Scale. Nostrils on tandems? Ridiculous, risible, rampant, reductionist ratatouille. Edible and too much food. Send for Delia Derbyshire - her music drives men berserk and Daleks delirious but exhilarated. Davros spoke -"Welcome to the Radiophonic Workshop!" William Hartnell replied "Where is Susan?"
"Getting the kilts, Kojjak and Davros, both going 'commando', Patrick Troughton said.

The following day, the Tardis materialised

Meanwhile, recumbent riders, overladen wearing spec's and rainlegs with brown speckled clingons, were doing it in the boudoir without polystyrene hats, green bean pie, even without standing in custard and mash, which as a foot ointment is awfully satisfying and edible afterwards. When the barges were banned from carrying pixies in peak hours (except alternate Tuesdays) and elves at weekends. Trolls are allowed to build bridges whilst consuming haggis road-kill. Trikes can't cross the Millennium desert without some jobsworth checking their anti canti choke for Elf-n-Safety compliance with helmets and furry modesty guards bearskins.

In 2023, hard ceramic tyre's will be cool but brooks swallow will be outlawed by saddle lawmen, until the cycling pundits like Jeremy the unicycling horse becomes president of "One wheel waggon single pannier society". Compulsory stabiliser legislation allows the fitting of windflowers only to handlebars, while H-Bar shopping baskets will need licensing. ShRAMpagnolo touring groupsets will provide anagrams of cassette permutations, mindblowing extrapolations, conical cotter pins and tapered bottom brackets.

Lord's green wicker cycle bell silencer playing Dambusters' March was heard on Britain Lacks Talent. Delightful Devon Dumplings played the kazoos, several swanee whistles, and the ocarina. Marmaduke blew his handbuilt wooden humbucking, mind blowingly bizarre, flared yet fitted, large yet small, European yet UKIP, and yet - somehow - in tune with Bucks Fizz and strung up puppets, loud enough to measure 5.5 on the CTC committee's Rictus Scale. Nostrils on tandems? Ridiculous, risible, rampant, reductionist ratatouille. Edible and too much food. Send for Delia Derbyshire - her music drives men berserk and Daleks delirious but exhilarated. Davros spoke -"Welcome to the Radiophonic Workshop!" William Hartnell replied "Where is Susan?"
"Getting the kilts, Kojjak and Davros, both going 'commando', Patrick Troughton said.

Come on Quist, how many padlocks have you left "reserving" things around Derby?

Do you put you bag on train seats around you to reserve them too?

I always head straight for those seats on trains.

Meanwhile, recumbent riders, overladen wearing spec's and rainlegs with brown speckled clingons, were doing it in the boudoir without polystyrene hats, green bean pie, even without standing in custard and mash, which as a foot ointment is awfully satisfying and edible afterwards. When the barges were banned from carrying pixies in peak hours (except alternate Tuesdays) and elves at weekends. Trolls are allowed to build bridges whilst consuming haggis road-kill. Trikes can't cross the Millennium desert without some jobsworth checking their anti canti choke for Elf-n-Safety compliance with helmets and furry modesty guards bearskins.

In 2023, hard ceramic tyre's will be cool but brooks swallow will be outlawed by saddle lawmen, until the cycling pundits like Jeremy the unicycling horse becomes president of "One wheel waggon single pannier society". Compulsory stabiliser legislation allows the fitting of windflowers only to handlebars, while H-Bar shopping baskets will need licensing. ShRAMpagnolo touring groupsets will provide anagrams of cassette permutations, mindblowing extrapolations, conical cotter pins and tapered bottom brackets.

Lord's green wicker cycle bell silencer playing Dambusters' March was heard on Britain Lacks Talent. Delightful Devon Dumplings played the kazoos, several swanee whistles, and the ocarina. Marmaduke blew his handbuilt wooden humbucking, mind blowingly bizarre, flared yet fitted, large yet small, European yet UKIP, and yet - somehow - in tune with Bucks Fizz and strung up puppets, loud enough to measure 5.5 on the CTC committee's Rictus Scale. Nostrils on tandems? Ridiculous, risible, rampant, reductionist ratatouille. Edible and too much food. Send for Delia Derbyshire - her music drives men berserk and Daleks delirious but exhilarated. Davros spoke -"Welcome to the Radiophonic Workshop!" William Hartnell replied "Where is Susan?"
"Getting the kilts, Kojjak and Davros,

The Highway Code:

Rule 151

In slow-moving traffic. You should

reduce the distance between you and the vehicle ahead to maintain traffic flow
never get so close to the vehicle in front that you cannot stop safely
leave enough space to be able to manoeuvre if the vehicle in front breaks down or an emergency vehicle needs to get past
not change lanes to the left to overtake
allow access into and from side roads, as blocking these will add to congestion
be aware of cyclists and motorcyclists who may be passing on either side.

I appreciate all of the other rules, and I'm no advocate of undertaking as such. I normally overtake, but sometimes (due to bad road positioning of motorists), I will pass on the inside. HOWEVER, I don't do it at anything other than slow, so it's not a licence to be an idiot. Your driver broke so many rules in the first place, and given your description and taking that as honest, then he was in the wrong.

Or perhaps they thought this might be afoot:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_padlocks

Meanwhile, in Devon a missing cat is gutted, fried Whiskas is overcooked. Poor Whiskas, she didn't win 'Masterchef' with rabbit stew à la banana croustillante aux panais with cheesy chips. Never mind! The ketchup, pass the "Barbecued Whiskas" sauce please and don't drop crumbs on the new carpet.

Meanwhile, recumbent riders, overladen wearing spec's and rainlegs with brown speckled clingons, were doing it in the boudoir without polystyrene hats, green bean pie, even without standing in custard and mash, which as a foot ointment is awfully satisfying and edible afterwards. When the barges were banned from carrying pixies in peak hours (except alternate Tuesdays) and elves at weekends. Trolls are allowed to build bridges whilst consuming haggis road-kill. Trikes can't cross the Millennium desert without some jobsworth checking their anti canti choke for Elf-n-Safety compliance with helmets and furry modesty guards bearskins.

In 2023, hard ceramic tyre's will be cool but brooks swallow will be outlawed by saddle lawmen, until the cycling pundits like Jeremy the unicycling horse becomes president of "One wheel waggon single pannier society". Compulsory stabiliser legislation allows the fitting of windflowers only to handlebars, while H-Bar shopping baskets will need licensing. ShRAMpagnolo touring groupsets will provide anagrams of cassette permutations, mindblowing extrapolations, conical cotter pins and tapered bottom brackets.

Lord's green wicker cycle bell silencer playing Dambusters' March was heard on Britain Lacks Talent. Delightful Devon Dumplings played the kazoos, several swanee whistles, and the ocarina. Marmaduke blew his handbuilt wooden humbucking, mind blowingly bizarre, flared yet fitted, large yet small, European yet UKIP, and yet - somehow - in tune with Bucks Fizz and strung up puppets, loud enough to measure 5.5 on the CTC committee's Rictus Scale. Nostrils on tandems? Ridiculous, risible, rampant, reductionist ratatouille. Edible and too much food. Send for Delia Derbyshire - her music drives men berserk and Daleks delirious but exhilarated. Davros spoke -"Welcome to the Radiophonic Workshop!"