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I particularly like the moments when your head says "no, don't do that, XYZ will happen" then 2 seconds later XYZ happens and your head says "I just bloody told you!".
I also love a good drive to get to a ride, emptying the car, setting up your bike, packing your backpack, slurp of water, foook..... Left my helmet at home.
Bloke turned up to the club ride one day with spds and no shoes, just the crocs he was wearing. Someone produced a roll of duck tape and we taped his crocs onto the pedals, which gave him a weird pair of dignity diminishing toe clip style solutions.
Apparently they mainly worked fine although the soles are not great for power transfer or hot spot prevention. And you get wet feet if you put a foot down.
Another time, an after ride work with a couple of colleagues. This time flats but no shoes, so a Surrey Hills circuit was undertaken in MTB kit and a pair of polished black Oxfords.
got drunk and burnt my coat to keep warm
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The first time on a camping holiday with a roof-box fitted. Went for a day trip with it still on and drove into a multi storey car park that was just a teeny bit too low! Had to do a full circuit of the car park with it scraping the car park roof.
When I worked for Coca-Cola I drove my work van into a multi-storey, I knew it would be tight but cleared the barrier. Did my work, which included unlading the van which was brimmed full of multipacks of Coca-Cola. When it was time to leave the unloaded van no longer fitted under the barrier.
Idiocy by proxy. 7 yr old son was in A&E this morning till 5 am after swallowing a magnet at around 9 pm last night. :facepalm:
I'm sure there was a story in my internet news feed about a little lad who swallowed about 20 little neodymium magnets to see if he could make stuff stick to him.
Your son needs to up his game!
Oops, no it was 54. 🤣
I've had a couple of rides when I've been completely unable to judge anything quite right, clipped every tree, mistimed every edge, usually as the ride goes on I get more annoyed, a slowly building crappy headache and sometimes a bit nauseous until I give up, head back to the car/home only to realise my clear lenses are still in the case and I've got photochromic ones in.
So it turns out that my prescription is just strong enough that wearing contacts and prescription glasses at the same time isn't immediately obvious but really ruins your day.
I'm one of those people who learned to drive later than usual in life at like 33 or something and shortly after passing decided to surprise my wife by picking her up from Stockport train station.
She was happy to see me after a work trip coming home from London but this changed when I was pulling out of the station car-park and crashed her own car straight into the ticket barrier whilst she was in the passenger seat and got it stuck there blocking the whole car park from exiting.
It was only one magnet luckily, so it's just a matter of letting nature take its course. I'm pretty annoyed at my wife for not managing to get a copy of the x-ray.
– Thought I’d booked a plane ticket to San Jose, California, but somehow ended up in San Jose (I think it was a long time ago) in central america and being robustly interviewed by gun toting drugs officers. They genuinely could not believe I’d been so stupid. Luckily I was able to convince them that I was in fact an idiot.
Variation on this: I booked our honeymoon flights to Costa Rica, 2 days before the trip the Tour company we’d used for the in-country stuff called to say I’d booked a flight to San Jose, California instead of San Jose, Costa Rica. Cue 3 hours of pleading with American Airlines on the phone who initially insisted we’d have to cancel with no refund and pony up $1500 for the correct flight. Luckily, after finally reaching a manager, they cancelled and re-booked us on the correct flight for only $250 extra! Was extremely relieved at that.
spds and no shoes, just the crocs he was wearings
Did this on an xbike ride in the cheviots (not crocs, obviously *shudder*) I was effing and blinding wondering how I'd follow my faster mate with just trainers, when a kid who;d been orbiting us on a bmx said his dad would lend me a pair, which was very nice of him. On the plus side his dad was landlord of the local pub, which we were therefore obliged to spend a bit more in after the ride than we otherwise might've; and he also recommended us a route. On the negative side, the shoes were a size too small, and the route took us past an army exercise which involved tracer fire and a tank.
A friend asked me to come to his birthday party in Ireland and would I mind Djing. I exitedly called from Dublin airport to tell him I'd arrived, "thats great mate, but I live in Belfast".
That covid magnet story is brilliant, I love that he blames it on running out of magnets.
Early one for me. 1997 or 98 my mates Dad had taken us over to watch the DH racing at Inners. Think we must have rode in the morning as we had our bikes. As it was a really hot day i was worried about leaving my helmet inside the car, mistakenly thinking it might melt or be damaged by the heat somehow. So instead I stashed it on the ground behind one of the car wheels! The inevitable happened and i was pretty gutted. The potential for crackhanded mistakes hasn't left me.
On the flip side we saw mad skills from Will Longdon to beat Steve Peat, and also got Peattie's autograph.
My old boss booked cheap flights for him and his missus to Biarritz, for a late winter weekend break.
Which was all well and good, except in his head he'd got it mixed up with St Moritz - and they had been wanting to go skiing.
I have, Laurel-and-Hardy-style, stood on the head of a sweeping brush, causing the handle to flip up and fully crack me in the face. It gave me a proper black eye I could barely see out of.
Didn't think it was possible in real life until I did it.
Light a fire and you'll be warm for the night. Set your coat on fire and you'll be warm for the rest of your life
First night at Glastonbury, met up with friends I'd not seen in a while, it got messy, I got back to the tent completely off my head.
I got confused with the 2 zips on the sleeping bag that allow you to open from either end, so I decided to fix it by breaking off both zippers.
Not satisfied with fixing my own sleeping bag in this way I did exactly the same to my girlfriends one.
She was less than pleased with having to spend the next 3 nights in a sleeping bag that wouldn't do up.
For some reason decided that the sensible route from Brighton to Dover is along the coast not via the motorway. Got to Dover to see ferry leaving the harbour. Thought no worries there'll be another in an hour or two. Except that I'd saved money by booking with Speedferries who only had one boat so it was 4 hours to the next boat but the boat broke down and could only use one engine so it was actually 6 hours. And the boat was still broken so the crossing took 3 hours instead of two. Landed in France at 1600 instead of 0900. There was very little to do in Dover at 0600 on a Sunday 20 years ago.
About to trade in a Volvo 480 with knackered water pump. Gave it a wash and topped up the oil before going to the dealer. Drove from Doncaster towards Sheffield, pulled off the M1 north and got stopped at the lights on the junction.
Oh, what's that smoke? Hadn't put the oil cap back on. Somehow the cap had fallen off the engine and stuck between the sump and a plastic undertray. The engine bay was quite understandably dripping oil *everywhere*.
Eventually plucked up courage to restart it and drive to the nearest supermarket where I put 4l of oil into it... Didn't make it to the dealership that day!
got drunk and burnt my coat to keep warm
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I'm known for my drunken good ideas. As a side note, magic mushrooms were legal to buy over the counter back then.
I'd felt some play in the Maxle on my forks for quite a few rides - the older-style that looked like a QR lever. Thought I'd solve it with brute force and ignorance by tightening it up so it needed more force to close. Promptly snapped the lever clean off. On the summit of Mont Jovet at 2560mtrs.
Held it all together with a strip of velcro and cable ties, which surprisingly lasted not only for the descent that day, but for the remainder of our 2-week hol.
I have, Laurel-and-Hardy-style, stood on the head of a sweeping brush, causing the handle to flip up and fully crack me in the face.
You are Sideshow Bob AICMFP.
You are Sideshow Bob AICMFP
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The broom incident was while working in the kitchen at an American summer camp.
Not me, but another member of staff at the same camp. We made Gatorade (from a powder/water mix) in 240 litre bins that sat on little wheeled carts so we could move then around - there was a *lot* of kids and staff at this camp.
Pushing said cart the staff member managed to tip over a full bin, creating a tidal wave of 'fruit punch' flavour Gatorade that flooded the kitchen and a good part of the dining room. It looked like the red sea.
Later that summer a bear broke into the kitchen and raided/destroyed multiple fridges.
Ten mile drive to local loch to try out my new, expensive three piece fly rod. Built it up , gave it a few appreciative flexes and then set it in the open car door against the hinges to don the waders ......cue gust of wind and brand new three piece fly rod is now a pretty crappy five piece..... Much hilarity, but not from me ...
Set myself on fire
Burns really hurt
Still got a ride back in ambo with the blue lights on and and the hospital did a great job with dressings and i managed to keep my incredible good looks
Bike related... took Jase McCs Specialized for a play to Beddgelert early 90s fitted pedals only to realise forgotten spd shoes... shredded an inner tube and tied to pedals... pretty grippy for flats. Bought first set of DX spd pedals late 80s Xmas present off parents opened them Xmas day only one steel backing plate there, fuming got to shop as soon as it opened on 28th... for the guy to slide the two plates apart.. film of oil holding them together..
Typing this in A+E having fainted twice in work this morning, 2nd day in new job ... feel a right dick! And panicking they'll just lay me off!
Riding Monday night at Stile Cop Cannock Chase, hammering down Ridge Run with gusting winds, I pondered just popping the table. Changed my mind and decided to try to clear it = Idiot.
Heavy gust sent me sidewards in the air and crashed hard, just missing the tree. Made a mess of my left arm, bashed my shoulder to the point I can barely change gear in the car and damaged my helmet.
The bike is mostly ok barring a split grip.
Turned up at Bristol airport to fly to Bilbao. Shame our tickets were for Bilbao - Bristol. My fault.
Turned up at Bristol airport to fly to Barcelona. Shame our tickets were for Budapest. Not my fault.
Early 90s at work. My boss had just picked up a new range-topping MTB and offered me a go. I decided the brake cable adjuster needed winding out a bit so grabbed an adjustable and proceeded to back off the weird little hex adjuster while squeezing the lever. Suddenly all this oil came spurting out…
Ride done, bike dismantled put in boot, reversing on full lock, that didn’t feel right? Got out looked and the wheel that was left propped by the near side rear of car was proper mangled and in the process damaged the wheel arch and sill of my new car......
Very expensive oops was that 🙄
I am surprised at the absence of I-Spec confusion stories here. Surely I'm not the only one.
Driving 324 miles to the B&B we'd booked in Innerleithen, only to find out I'd got the date slightly wrong and we'd arrived early. The B&B owners were lovely though - they didn't have a vacant room, but they called around friends in the area who owned cottages and B&Bs and got us sorted for the night.
Or breaking an ankle in the middle of the first lockdown because I was trying to beat my own Strava time. It was a tame uphill bridleway, but the front wheel slipped into a rut and I went over. Rode home nearly 4 miles on a broken ankle, because I hoped that I'd just twisted it. Three months in a cast, followed by 6 weeks in a moon boot. ****.
Got back to the car after a ride, wheels off, frame and front wheel in back of the car, got in, reversed and felt a godawful bump. Got "that" feeling as I realised what I'd done.
Yep, I'd left my lovely 6th element carbon rear wheel propped against the car and had reversed over it. Miraculously, apart from the rotor being all kinds of bent, the wheel survived unscathed with just a light scuff, still running true 6th months later, A testament to the strength of 6th element carbon rims!
My son is experiencing this today as his trainers are in the boot of my car and he has PE.
Last night he and his sister had a fight about who was going to bring in the stuff from the car.
As her trainers are also in the boot I assume that they didn't resolve the situation satisfactorily.
Was out for a recce of a local winter fell race (Marsden to Edale, so not exactly a gentle park run). Realised I got to the start of the recce point and left my fell shoes at home about an hours drive away. So ran the entire recce, about 2 hours up on to Bleaklow and back, in a pair of white Adidas Sambas. The Park ranger we came across on the Pennine Way gave me a somewhat stern look of “WTF are you doing up here in winter in those”.
Went for an after work ride in the North York Moors, about 45 min drive. Got there, got changed, went to get my bike out of the boot, realised I had left my bike at work. It was a Friday so I had to go to work on Saturday and get security to let me in so I didn't miss a bank holiday weekend of riding.
Not exactly stupidity... But kinda.
Back in the late 90s I was doing a degree in animation. Spent all day hunched over a rostrum camera, then went for a well earned pint and game of pool in the students union. Parts of what happened next are a complete blur, others are vivid to this day.
I bent over the table to take a shot and felt something 'ping' in my back. Apparently I went completely white, then went off to the toilet. The next thing I remember is sitting on the throne in absolute agony, unable to stand up and asking myself why on earth I'd gone to the toilet.
Somehow managed to prise myself up, out the door and back to the union, where I picked up my (first) pint and tried to act like everything was fine. 'Cos no one likes a fuss right?
Cue very concerned friends and bar staff asking what was wrong, and me pretty much uncapable of speech I was in so much pain.
Ended up being ambulanced to A&E, pumped full of industrial painkillers (what's it called when they inject your spine?) and a good week of being incapable of moving any further than the sofa.
No lasting damage, though I've had recurring back troubles and had to be quite careful about exercise and stretching.
honourablegeorge
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Didn’t affect me as such, but I do remember that feeling when my mate took his bike out of his van, with the forks I’d just serviced for him, and I spotted the crown was back to front.
Saw a bloke out on course at Clic24 with a brand new fox fork fitted...backwards.
He told me it was "what the pro's did"
Obviously! 🤣
Left a saddle and seatpost on the pavement the road outside my house when packing car...gone
Destroyed a crank and crank tool by forgetting it was a square taper crank and an octalink tool (rushing)
Forgot to depressurise a lower leg of a magura fork with a leaking positive chamber and blew the innards into orbit (seemingly) and my glasses off my head
I took the time on Friday to swap the wheels on my gravel bike, tubeless set up, clean, lube etc.
Quick ride to the shop half cut and I remember thinking 'these brakes don't feel too powerful'
Next morning morning at 5.30am, wheeled bike out for a proper ride, only to realise I had forgotten to swap the rear brake disc onto the new wheel.
I once left some (slightly) radioactive samples from my lab in a bank. In a large box with radioactive stickers on it. On September the 12th (yes, that 12th). Police weren't amused.
I also have reversed over my own front wheel twice (two different wheels, not twice over same wheel, that would be stupid).
Aged 14 I thought "what will happen if I hold this camera flash up to my eye and set it off". So I did. What happened is I went temporarily blind then, after about 20 minutes, only green came back. Felt like such an idiot that I didn't tell anyone. Took a couple of days for full vision to come back.
Those are just the ones that spring to mind, there are many many more.
Changed the brake pads on my Shaguar. Spent ages looking for the locking wheel nut until the awful realisation that I had left it on the nut and it must have flown off driving along. A week of frustration with various chisels and sockets ensued 😡
Seeing I like Food’s one about the camera flash, we were sitting outside the pub near the office one evening, and the guvnor brought out some single use 35mm cameras left over from Christmas parties (would have been 15 years ago perhaps). I wanted to look at the guts of it but after a few beers you forget about the flash. Might only be a single AA battery to power it but the voltage step up gives you quite a belt when drunken fingers complete the circuit.
An old mate of mine...wife is away so he decides to make pease pudding - split peas in muslin bag in pressure cooker with lid on.
Timer goes off so he opens pressure cooker without releasing the steam pressure; the contents erupted all over the kitchen like Vesuvius.
Major clean-up and redecoration after that one.
Aged about 14, tried to cut a hilti nailgun cartridge in half using a hacksaw. Needless to say I discovered why that isn't a very good idea.
Actually that was more a sudden realization than a sinking one.
I've still got loads of these cartridges in the workshop, though I sold the gun ages ago. Keep them around as still looking for a use for them, a fun use that is. Lesson learned from previous experience ?.
Nope.
Remembered another one. Had a car windscreen replaced due to crack. After it was changed I needed new windscreen wipers as the old ones get worn to the screen.
Pulled wipers up, removed old blades (leaving just the metal bit) and then twang. The metal bit snapped down on the screen and cracked it.
I always put the carboard box from the new blades on the screen now.
Have just fitted the front wheel to my Whyte the wrong way around, went to check the brakes and strangely enough, the front does nothing. Fitted it the correct way around and obviously, since they're Sram, the lever is now jammed solid. I foresee hours of my time trying to coax the pads back and bleed them to some semblance of feel stability.
Many years ago, late 90's i was upgrading from a steel road frame to a nice new lightweight alloy Principia. I was transferring over the groupset myself. Fitting the down tube cable stops onto the bosses i encountered trouble. The drive side stop, secured with an allen bolt, would just not nip up tight and kept spinning, albeit with a gentle amount of force. After about six extra turns i stopped and took stock. The heart stopping moment was when i realised i had pulled the opposite non drive side stop into the downtube denting it. The two bosses were connected through the downtube not just brazed on like my old steel frame.
Left my gloves behind after the MNPR last night.
Retrieved said gloves at lunchtime.
1 hour and 20 miles worth of fuel that I won't see again.
Not me but my genes, I had been busy bodging as I had left duct tape lying around, my son jumps into the living room, flying karate kick, shouting look at me I'm a ninja, wrapping duct tape around his head to make a headband.
I was in hysterics, poor fool didn't realise how well it sticks, finally got it off about an hour later with half his scalp heating it up with a hair dryer to loosen the goo.
Still laugh about it and was about 7 years ago, if your gonna be dumb you better be tough.
Have you ever wondered what’s in a golf ball. 40 years ago me and my mate cut the outer shell off and spent what’s seemed like hours unravelling miles of elastic band type stuff. Ended up with a small marble type centre. “What’s in here?” my mate said and proceeded to cut into with a craft knife. A jet of white paint shot out and hit him in the face, he was covered in the stuff and his silhouette was outlined on the kitchen wall. One of the funniest things I have ever seen even though he couldn’t see properly for a few days.
Sorry, just returning to this,
...it was “what the pro’s did”
This is George Hincapie's MTB from back in the day. Don't get much more pro than George!
A lovely new set of wheels arrived from Hunt today. After a bit of a struggle the tyres and Rimpact inserts went on. Tubeless jizz went in and they inflated first time with no drama...great. Then on went a new set of brake rotors....perfect.
Finally, I carefully slid the cassette sprockets onto the freehub, tightened the lockring and it just span. I somehow managed to strip the threads with barely any torque. Luckily it looks like it’s just the lockring that’s damaged and not the freehub.
I’m hoping a mate or a local shop will have a 12 speed lockring in the spares bin. Very annoying!
Many moons ago during my miss spent youth my then girlfriend (now wife) and I bought our first house. As you do we decided to re decorate so after a trip to B&Q all the paint was acquired to do the ceilings, walls and skirting boards. First job was to re paint the front room ceiling. I was working mornings so got home before the good lady and thought I’d get into her good books by making a start before she returned from her work. “I’ll just have a quick joint before I start though”
Now suitably stoned I made a start. Poured out the white paint into the tray.
“Bit thick” I thought as I started to use the roller but carried on regardless.
“Wow, what a difference it’s making.”
I managed to do half of it when she came in from work, looked at the ceiling and stopped dead in her tracks.
“What are you doing?”
What does it look like I’m doing, I’ve made a start on painting the ceiling”
Your painting it with gloss...”
Moral of the story? Don’t do drugs then start diy kids.
Just a little one but was riding at laggan today, thought I'd pop over the road and do some of the brown as I still had a little bit of leg left. Popped back to car to change my gloves, accidentally got changed and packed the bike into the car.
Started pissing down 5 minutes later so it worked out OK but I mean really brain?
Have you ever wondered what’s in a golf ball.
+1 me and a mate had the same thought- got the outer layer off and had the mass of elastic in the vice to cut it in half to see what was in the centre. It shot out the vice, bounced around the garage dislodging tins of screws etc. We called it quits there so never got to find out what was in the centre, until today!
Was working in the city around 2000/01. On the Friday after work we went out for a few drinks once work was done for the week, I was heading to Peterborough for the weekend so jumped on the GNER service in the evening,
Got on fine then I dozed off, Got woken up around 5 hours later by a women with a Scottish accent telling me this was the end of the line, Get on the platform and see Edinburgh Waverley then my heart sunk.
Ended up on a National Express to London the next morning as the train return was too expensive...
Often had that waking moment on a train but it's always been my stop or one before. But living in Reading and getting the train back from Paddington, the gamble was always an unexpected journey to Penzance
Unlike my sister's college friend, who got a train back from Godalming to Guildford yesterday evening after a rehearsal. It's a 7 minute journey but she fell asleep and woke up in Waterloo having slept through multiple stops on the way. Drama students! Not even old enough to drink yet!
Not me, but I used to work with a Czech girl who on a trip home had gone to a boozy lunch with some friends, and hopped on a train back to her parents. She woke up several hours later having crossed 2 countries and woke up in Budapest. Don’t drunken sleep on the continent, kids!
I absolutely mastered sleeping on the bus on my old commute, but just once, I was properly asleep and ended up at the terminus. No worries I thought, I'll just jump on the return bus. Called my boss, sorry, I'll be 15 minutes late, 30 tops.
Jumped on the wrong bus, fell asleep again, woke up about 2 hours away at that bus's terminus. Got a taxi from there, got to work at about lunchtime.
Arrived at campsite after hellish 8 hour drive to Yorkshire for a weekend of watching the 2014 Grand Depart + some cycling. Open boot, realise the only footwear I have is the smart black work shoes I was wearing at work earlier in the day...
Fresh off the press -literally half an hour ago this one. I bought some of those Polaris shorts with braces and non-abrasion resistant arse fabric. The inevitable has happened, big hole in the bum but I like them so bought some iron-on repair fabric to patch over the seat. I've only managed to attach the patch to the tea-towel that you put over while ironing. Must be supposed to go on the INSIDE! 🤦♂️
Arrived at campsite after hellish 8 hour drive to Yorkshire for a weekend of watching the 2014 Grand Depart + some cycling. Open boot, realise the only footwear I have is the smart black work shoes I was wearing at work earlier in the day…
My grandparents were all prepped for a week away in the caravan. Long journey to the north of Scotland, got to the campsite and more or less fell straight into bed. Woke up the next morning and realised that the suitcases full of their clothes for the week were still in the garage. Each thought that the other had packed them.
They had nothing other than the clothes they were wearing.
Drove back that day.
Reached the summit of a climb in the Alps (3400m) rather later than planned, both of us thinking the other had the headtorch. We'd checked who had the spare battery, but not the actual torch. There was no moon, and it was too steep to descend by starlight, so we abseiled 800m of scree and cliffs, having to cut the end off the rope to make a sling after we used them all.
New bottom bracket bearings and a magura brake bleed tonight before tweedlove locals enduro tomorrow. No testing I'm sure it'll be fine.
Delivering training today from home. Finished for lunch, went for a pee, came downstairs to make some food (bacon and egg).
Could I heck as like find my phone afterwards. On silent too. Searched everywhere. Got the wife to do a proper search everywhere. Rang straight through to answerphone, despite the battery being pretty full.
Weird.
Eventually tracked it down at the afternoon break when I made a brew to help me think over what I'd done with it.
I'd put it in the fridge.
Greybeard
Full MemberWe’d checked who had the spare battery, but not the actual torch
This is why modern battery technology is so good. Simply hit the lipo with a rock a few times, and it'll light up the trails with its terrifying unextinguishable flames.
1. Not taking the tent pegs for a weeks camping at Tremadog, fortunately the weather wasn't too bad and alternative solutions were found.
2. Same trip, top of Bwlch y Moch, we decided to ab down rather than scramble, neither of us checked that the rope was round the anchor, threw the rope off the top of the cliff, fortunately it was retrievable from the trees after a bit of searching.
3. Hitched up to Chee Dale with a mate from Leicester, we had doubled up on everything apart from a belay device.
4. Went to for a fortnight to Scotland, packed two back wheels, at least I had only to buy a wheel not a wheel and a cassette.
I do sometimes wonder how climbers survive.
@mattarb Sadly, not all of them do, not even the good ones. See T Patey for details.
Today’s ride was made far more strenuous than it had to be when I realised that I’d forgotten to charge the flat AXS battery in my rear mech leaving me singlespeed.
Was pretty much in the middle of the block so <span style="font-size: 0.8rem;">climbs weren’t actually that bad but spinning out on all the descents was a bit annoying! </span>
Didn't think I had anything to add to this thread until today, finished work went to find the key to the van (T5 camper) which I'd put down on a table with wallet & phone or so I'd thought. That sinking feeling when you realise you can't remember bringing it with you or locking the van. Get to the van amazing it was still there with the key in the ignition.
Follow up on my brake bleed. Tested in carpark almost over the bars. Not a great start to the day.
Many years ago when I was a young commis chef at an Oxford college. Opened drain tap on floor standing deep fat dryer and drained old oil. Cleaned inside of dryer. Poured in a significant amount of fresh oil from big drum of oil. Watched as new oil flowed out all over kitchen floor. Also at same college: they had a large long wooden table that would be loaded up with plates, bowls etc for lunchtime. On first day in job told to put out said crockery. This table had a pair of 'wings' to make it longer. I piled up loads of crockery on one end. Result: you know the scene in the original black and white Titanic film where it gracefully slides into the icy Atlantic? Made a hell of a crashing sound in the empty dinner hall.
Oh yea, just remember turning up for a caravan holiday having packed the full size awning and the poles for the half-size porch awning. Had to just make do without
And the trip where I carefuly packed the telly but forgot the remote control. At least you can get "all4one" remotes that are programmable, and when you have a no-name TV like the one we had you can sit there for an hour patiently working through codes until you find one that works...
I've done pretty much every variation of forgetting things.
Commuted to work forgetting work shoes so walked around all day in a suit, tie and SPD disco slippers.
Forgot SPD shoes after a 90 minute drive - ride in flip flops and SPD pedals.
Forgot helmet, £120 for a helmet from onsite LBS. It didn't fit all that well so only wore it a few times.
Forgot the bladder for camelbak on an all day ride in mid summer.
I now make a list of things I need and put it next to the front door.
I've got a good one from the other week.
On holiday in North Wales, I drove over to Lake Vyrnwy for a ride.
Parked up in a layby, pedaled right up to the top, rode across the hill a bit, then back down a few different trails before arriving back at the van for a late lunch about three hours later.
As I pedal toward it, it looks like the driver door is open. Yes it is. Oh shit, is the glass broken? Looks like it might be. I get closer, no it's not so what's happened?
Oh, I just left the door open. With a load of riding kit, a pressure washer in the cab and a spare bike worth about £4k plus extra wheels in the back.
Thankfully I was parked in one of the most remote bits of Wales, with only the odd tourist going by, and nothing was gone.
Spent a lot of time this morning trying to get the PSI in my tyres about right. Just wasn’t working even though I appeared to have very little air in the tyres. They just felt way too firm. Figured my pressure gauge was broken until I realised it said bar in the corner and not psi