Word Of Mouse

We picked up Bramble on Monday, two days after my arrival back in the UK. It turned out to take all day. We had felt previously very happy with the service we had received from St John's Street Cycles. This time, both slightly overawed by the shinyness and size of our new bike, we forgot to ask many of the questions we had intended to ask and it was only on the way home, Bramble stowed in two large and cumbersome pieces in the back of the car and with a bank account some three thousand pounds lighter, that we started thinking over the morning's events. (Chiefly, that a little attention paid to advising us on how to adjust the bike to fit ourselves would have been nice). This was however a minor blot on what was otherwise a great day. A day however that at its conclusion had still failed to produce a bike shop containing a pair of sandals in the right size to fit my big flat feet, despite a scenic tour around some of Bristol's grid-locked streets (a nostalgic trip down memory lane for me, including a chance to relive the moment when my brakes failed halfway down steep and traffic-filled Park Street, this back in the days when I rode everywhere as fast as I could go).