I decided to play some pitch and putt with some friends
It was quite far away so I decided to ride my bicycle. I decided it would be a good idea to put my golf clubs in a plastic bag and carry it on the handle bars. It was a marvellous sunny day and I was enjoying gawking at the you g ladies in the summer clothes when the plastic bag split, the handle of a 5 iron fell through the spokes of the front wheel. Club met axle and the front of the bike stopped. The back wheels decided to keep going and soon afterwards I took trip through the air and my face got acquainted with the Tarmac. Luckily I avoided vegetablehood and managed to break my fall. Being a bit of a twat I decided to walk the rest of the way there and try and wander round a few holes as the alternative seemed to be calling her indoors and admitting my folly. I did make it round the course despite the blood and not being able to move my arms or fingers. I eventually hobbled onto a bus unable to sit down or hold onto the rails. So I had to try to stand and carefully balance all the way there. Two broken wrists and elbows makes wiping ones arse a pain and much to her chargrin these duties were delegated to the missus. She performed them with stoicism and bravery. Cheers love
(trickyric, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 14:01, 1 reply)

yeah but
what about the bike ?
(danceswithferrets is leaking sanity, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 20:41, closed)