StreetCowboy

We're still here. Johnny Foreigners' petty jealous carping washes over like water off a duck's back SC

On Vesak Day I met up with an old acquaintance to discuss opportunities, and while I was sat in the shade refreshing my weary brow, my bike was sat outside baking its tyres in the blazing heat of the scorching sun. The back tyre had split and blown out, and as I was fixing it, I was glad I’d only had the one set of Tiger. The tyre appeared to have split violently, allowing the tube within to burst. I had a spare tube, but I was worried about the tyre. So I folded a plastic one-ringgit note inside the tyre, and folded another and stuffed it into the split between the rubber and the canvas carcass of the tyre. This was on the shopping bike, which still has its original slick bulbous 45 mm tyres, but the rear has worn quite thin - hence the split. I was wearying with my short-stroke wide-bodied mountain bike pump, but in any case, I probably didn’t want to be stressing the tyre up to its rated 80 psi in that condition. What with the heat of the afternoon and the effort of the pumping, I was grateful it was only a short eleven km home, and I thought “I’ll be almost passing Bar Roca, and no journey is so short…”, but grateful for having only had one set, common sense prevailed, and the conclusion of my route-finding saw me delaying a further stop until I was within walking distance from home. One thing led to another, but by that time the sun was substantially lower in the sky, and the tyre saw no further stress, and took me safely to and from the supermarket the following day. The bike is now up in the apartment pending tyre replacement, and I rode my road bike into the office today. The photo below shows the damaged tyre waiting replacement, after 11km home and 6 km to the supermarket and back. There’s no sign of the note that was stuffed between the rubber and the carcass.

Have the rules on discussion of the sex trade changed with Thaiger?

My mate’s Dad was a railwayman, working out of Sydney. My mate had missed the last stopping train home, but, since he knew all the drivers, he thought he’d see what he could ask. ”No, there’s no way I can make an extra stop; what I’ll do, I’ll slow right down, and if you jump off and start running before you land on the platform, you’ll be fine” So the driver slowed down, and he stood at the cab door… “JUMP!” and he was off, legs spinning and arms flailing. He ran alongside the train and started to slow down; just as the last coach passed him, two big arms grabbed his shoulders “Street, you were lucky mate! This train doesn’t normally stop here”, said the guard, as they sped off, into the night.

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All roads lead to Rome, even if you go by the barbers'. Or maybe look the other way

In the spirit of the thread, I have done a Youtube search for songs about scissors. Have you ever changed the subject? I'd not listened to this before I posted it - "fire" in one syllable - that's like Christmas! It's "FIRE" as in "Fire" not "Fiiyah" as in Martin Offiah. But if even Stuart Adamson can't get it right I am paddling a canoe 400 miles upstream. Miles, not Miyals.

He'd have probably not enumerated three in that case. Not when there were scissors in the house.

My father told me that if there hadn't been three tunnels on the train into Edinburgh he'd have never got married, and I have no reason to believe that is true, and I haven't even checked if there are three tunnels.

You may or may not recall that I enjoyed my first trip to Hua Hin much more than my other, and we stumbled somewhat intoxicated to get the sleeper back to Bangkok Hualamphong... Well, the least said about those escapades the better, but in terms of songs about trains, which do you find the most romantic? Clarksville? London? Central? Or here? Or 400 miles away? In terms of tragic sadness, I think you can't beat "It's a <deleted>e state of affairs, Tommy, and all the fresh air in the world won't make any bloody difference". But that was not specific to the train nor the station.

When it comes to smashing blokes, I think you would need to search hard to match Johnny Wilkinson or Kevin Sinfield

As far as I am aware, you can ride a bicycle anywhere that you want to, and it is a matter for the police to prosecute you if that is against the law, not casual passers-by. Sadly, traffic planners may not understand what is safe, or unsafe, for cyclists, and that issue may not be high on their list of priorities in any case. "Regardless of whether our road is the safest for you to ride on, by posting a sign prohibiting it, we can claim absolution from any accident that you suffer on our road" My view is that we all have a duty to drive or cycle, walk, pogo-stick or space-hopper as best we can, and any accident that is down to our negligence cannot be completely absolved by posting a sign saying "you are not welcome here". However, in the absence of fault or carelessness by others, it is hard to claim against them. SC

As a law abiding person, I trust the judges to make sure that conviction is sound more than I trust the police to make sure that they get find the right man

That's a great point, Swissie. Maybe it is time for internet life to cast away from the mundane, the temporal, and focus only on the Virtual, on what goes down in the Virtual World, whether that be this forum, or Youtube, or anything else that does not require a relationship with the temporal world of concrete real life. The Cycling Forum will not be going that way.

Do you have a ranking for that? As a big-spending Big-Nose, I have found Thailand quite welcoming, albeit potentially bureaucratic, and I am not sure how people from neighbouring countries on whom the economy relies for cheap labour find the bureaucracy SC

Don't tell him, Pike. He might suspect we all think that.

The concern is not that people are arrested for doing illegal acts, rather that it is considered news-worthy because of their race. If the new read "Last week XX Thais and YY Foreigners were arrested for ??? offence, and yet the ratio of population is AAA / BBB compared to XXX / YYY", then their race might be relevant. Without those statistics, the headlines are just rant-bate.

At works nights' out, I frequently meet colleagues who are far more familiar with whisky then I am. I generally don't drink whisky, and I do not feel that a failing on my part, nor a strength on theirs. I do not envy people who can enthuse over different cheeses, or whiskies, or tripes. Like haggis, shark's fin is an acquired taste, and like whisky, I do not think that I would be any the better for acquiring a taste for shark's fin, and I am sure that the world would be worse.

There's "like", and "appreciate" I buy strong-flavoured commodity cheese, which I think is based on Cheddar. I live on my own, and my thoughts of soldiering my way through a whole round of camembert, over a few weeks from "fresh and tasty" to "more tasty" to "really quite ripe" and "only a tiny morsel remaining" - well, I think I have thought them too much already. Maybe I have a Tiger left in the fridge to wash those thoughts away SC

Good on ye, Charlie; you're doing your best to keep a moribund forum this side of euthanasia. Scotland beating UAE is a good result - and perhaps one that helps give us a peer group with whom we can compete and improve: - Netherlands - Afghanistan - UAE ....

Show me any of the ten pressed men who are better, but until then he’s Greater Over Average than Ten.

Sex in the afternoon is haram during Ramadan, except in Aberdeen, when Ramadan falls in Winter. This post was brought to you by the Aberdeen Muslim Estate Agents’ Association

If no-one else appoints one, a volunteer is better than ten pressed men

Back in the day, I moved into my apartment, and both the tumble dryer and washing machine suffered problems. I replaced the washing machine with an Electrolux, which I hope will last till I move out, and the drier may survive with some special operating instructions and work-arounds till the same date.

In answer to the OP: No. If you do want to have a debate, I suggest that you propose a motion, such as: ”People who identify as cats should be ignored, and if they become troublesome, incarcerated”. Poorly managed threads give our neighbours and friends the opportunity to display their prejudice and ignorance, which is not in their best interests.