I'm an IDIOT and I love awesome people!

So, here is my story.

Monday night was commuting home across the bridge. As I was braking towards the end of the run for the stairs down, I noticed some scratchy feeling/noise coming from my front brakes.... As I was pulling up to the ramp was deciding whether to go ahead riding down or not and at the last minute pulled off and walked down. Checked the issue at the bottom and found that 1 of my pads were down to the metal so lucky I didn't ride down!

OK so no dramas, its an uphill grind home anyway. Get home, replace 1 pad and leave the other half worn pad in there. Works a treat.

Commuting to work the next morning happily in the rain. Buzzing down King street after the bridge and suddenly on braking the front lever goes to the bar.. *oh shit*! Focussed on the rear and pumped the front a few times. Grip came back but there was this awful metal on metal noise.. Being lazy just finished the commute in to work relying heavily on the rears...

Get into work and have a look.... what? 1 pad is missing! It must have flung out as I was coming down King Street! Pumped the braked till the piston came onto the disc!!! THATS what that lovely noise was!! eek!

Now maybe I saw things to come or by just sheer luck I actually had 2 sets of spare pads in my backpack. Before leaving the office I went down to fix the issue armed with the best tools one could ask for.... an unlimited supply of office stationery. Decided on the scissors and went to work on my bike. Popped in some worn pads and went to down separating the pistons... and lo and behold, the inside piston is seized something solid. Two brand new pads sat stug up against each other with no room for a disc.... No amount of scissoring could set this piston back in place!! I also realised how much these office scissors flex!

It was late and I gave up... popped a blank pad in and again rode home care of the rears.

Got home and went to fixing for another time. With some proper tools, I managed to set the piston straight with a screwdriver and then push it back into plaze, HAZAH! Popped in 2 new pads and was back in business. Checked the rears and they were within 1mm of worn so changed them too! All four new pads, very happy!

Flip bike over to find brake fluid and leaked from the reservoir at the top?!?!?! Stupid Magura Julies?? They don't like being upside down? And yes, lucky me the front was back to the handlebars.... Fortunately the rears were still ok.

Still commuted in today to and from in the pissing rain again heavy on the rears with some assistance from the front before they reach the bars...

Rushed home tonight to make the ride at TH. Still stinky and wet from the commute home, wasn't really that keen on bush riding. Regardless I had the gear ready to go only to discover those accusing me of breaking a bra-strap were themselves not riding! (mechanical issues pfft....) Whatevs.. anyway off to Duck ponds and as we are making our way down the sniggle the heavens opened something savage!! All the way down Duck, I have never experienced riding in such a horrid downpour. I would've been more dry had someone dumped an entire wheelie bin of water over me!! We bailed at the end of duck and scummed it back to the Tav. Keen for a beer and a feed and so desperate to get the sodden gear and clothes covered in mud grit and sand off me I stripped down quickly only to realise I had forgotten shoes! GRRR

In all the hurry to get food and get dry I leant my bike up against the rear of the car and proceeded to delicately change without getting too much sand in the car. Having finished I decided to drive into the Tav to minimise my barefoot walking in the wet. Got out to find my gloves were left on the roof as I drove into the Tav, doh! Had a giggle and chucked them into the car.

Went in and had the tastiest beer and a wicked portion of veal parmigiana at half price care of Paul's lovely 2 for 1 vouchers which he seems to have coming out the wazoo.. Despite being shoeless it was a lovely evening with great company, finally dry and laughing off the earlier wet experience. 10:30 came which meant home time. All jumped in our cars and buzzed home.

So.... did you manage to pick a hole in the story above?

if so.. yes, OUCH!

Drove all the way home to North Sydney, pulled up in my garage popped the boot and got out to unload.......

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uhh, no bike. Just a whole heap of mud soaked gear...

OH F&%K!

rewind...............

"drive into the Tav" "leant my bike up against the rear of the car"

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!

I then proceeded to drive back to the Tav at speed well within the legal speed limits *cough* *cough*

As I made it back to the Tav, I drove down Aumuna Rd with high beams blazing. A thick fog blanketed the road so the high beams made things worse. But I could see... see enough for some heart sinking news to set in.. There was no bike collapsed in a heap on the left side of the shoulder where I had parked and drove off abandoning my $4300 bike... Oh bugger.
I continued on, chucked a U-ey and came back to the exact spot where I had parked hours earlier. The spot was so void I was actually parked on top of my original parking spot. Well You F*%king IDIOT. You get what you deserve.....

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Surprisingly by this stage, the thick hanging fog had dissipated and I then looked over my right shoulder at the severely overgrown shrubbery that encroaches over the road shoulder... I see a glint and there it is in all its glory, my bike shoved deep into the bushes standing upright!!

Which brings me to the title of this thread. I LOVE AWESOME PEOPLE!

To you, whomever you are, thank you so much for spotting my bike piled in a heap on the side of the road and tucking it into the bushes with the assumption that said idiot would return in hope that it would remain. Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!

Even though this story contained a whole heap of SHIT in the middle.... I'm very happy with it, cos it opened with good luck having decided not to ride down the SHB stairs (Had I attempted it with the minimal front brakes that I had, I'm certain things would've gotten extremely messy) and then finished with the immense luck of my gifted bike not being collected!

So thats my saga.

For this effort, I think I should be crowned King Idiot

Loz