the recovery

[markg0vbr]

It was pointed out to me recently that I very seldom use my brakes on fast dissents, it may be a hereditary thing.

My dad at age ten standing at the top of the “green hill” this is a street in Mexborough that is so steep it is still cobbled, the thick clumps of snow flakes drifting down. “I double double dare you” said Marlene his sister.

Looking at the sled, a construct built by my granddad from 4”x2” and floor boarding, the runners were made from guide rails rescued form the coal conveyor belt at manvers pit bottom, it would comfortably sit three adults it was a industrial strength sled and required a draft horse to pull it up even a slight hill or one small boy full of dripping sandwiches.

Throwing caution to the wind, he set the behemoth in motion down the cobbled hill; as he recounted the events that flowed it became clear he had not thought it through.

Rapidly reaching terminal velocity in every sense of the fraise, he realised at the speed he was travelling he would traverse the road at the bottom, this would not have been a problem were it not for the row of tersest houses.

bailing out was not a option with the cobbled road rushing past at a alarming rate.


When he hit the curb at the far side of the road the trajectory of the sled coursed it to hit the front door of 54 about where the letter box used to be!, sitting on a home made sled in some ones front hall on top of what was left of there front door while your eye balls bounce up and down can focus ones mind, exiting at maximum speed taking into account his hobnailed boots.

the words that will always strike dread in to any boy hart "wait till a see thi father!" followed him down the road.

given his practical experiments in soap box pram fusion racing, canal swimming and tree swing escapades it is a miracle he survived long enough to rear a family.

 

[byegad]

Brake on a hill? Why? Good on ye'r Dad. Now if only he'd joined a monastery at an early age...

 

[markg0vbr]

i would have rubbed the runners with lard.

 

[Speicher]

My grandma used to watch her mother doing the laundry and then dipping the clothes into a starch solution.

Grandma decided one day, that the kittens needed a wash and also starching. The ickle kitties fell asleep after their bath, and woke up dry and very stiff.

 

[markg0vbr]

i have been a bit stiff today, it might be the tea having a effect.
i was thinking of slightly stiffening my dangely bits as they have a tendency to get all knotted up.

 

[Speicher]

I would be in agreement that having dangly bits that wave around would not be appropriate or useful. To be useful they should, as you state, be slightly stiffened. What process do you intend to use in order to improve the rigidity of your dangly bits?

One of the regular posters on this thread is fond of using glue. Could you experiment with a mixture of glue, starch and uncooked spaghetti?

Do be mindful that if your dangly bits are too rigid, there may be a danger, however remote, of poking someone's eye out.

I would add that I am very good at untangling knots. Tis a shame that as my location is so far south and west of your location, that I am unable to offer my assistance in unknotting your sticky out dangly bits.

 

[byegad]

That's the best turn down he's had for three years, at least!

 

[markg0vbr]

i was thinking of using a laminator on the dangelys this would make them stif but alow the wind to move them, this would attract attention to size of the sticky out bits.

 

[n-ick]

Yo Cosmo,
beware of the INQUISITION.Nae mind t'questioning, it's straight in with Spud's " Answering machine and Dangly bits remover"; patent pending.
By t'way....is the RECOVERY over?

 

[markg0vbr]

i am still on the wounded list, if you could see me after sitting at a desk for 7 hours you would think it was attack of the zombie hunchbacks.
i have been slowly improving real ail seems to help in carefully controlled quantity's about 1 pint every six weeks.

on today's ride i became moist! i had forgotten how much protection i get from the wind wrap fairing in the rain. thankfully i was wearing my lard impregnated woollen under garments even moist i was still nice and comfortable.

spud can keep his twitching fingers of my dangely bits they are doing a good job, frightening the car drivers.

 

[n-ick]

Yo Cosmo,
with lack of imagination, I can see it now. A strained hunched figure scribes away at his desk, the candle flickers low, it's Christmas eve. He scratches strange glphs into the velum tomes. Two cockroaches are coming out of the woodwork.Cosmo looks up at the clock , nearly time to hunch down to the Twizzler shop to buy some morsels and weavels for a festive feast. Perhaps time for a pint of real ail.
Here's looking forward to a year of real ail. I understand that your recovery next year will be Olympian.

Beware sir, oil and water will not mix. Glue and lard make marge, do not contemplate spreading it about.

Eyes are upon you sir, there are followers everywhere. Lamposts have eyes,take care sir. The Extraordinary will be observing.

 

[byegad]

That explains the lack of recovery!

Our SBGG is imbibing ail rather than ale. Such an easy mistake if you are dyslecksick disleksik disslexik can't spell.


Let our war cry be; 'Dyslexia lures KO!'

 

[n-ick]

Holy EEC Ratman!!!
ail is French for garlic. This will be another step towards becoming a Rawmarsh powder monkey.

Take care , in some shires, transportation is still the most popular option.

 

[markg0vbr]

That explains the lack of recovery!

Our SBGG is imbibing ail rather than ale. Such an easy mistake if you are dyslecksick disleksik disslexik can't spell.


Let our war cry be; 'Dyslexia lures KO!'

you claim Yorkshire linage yet don't know about fermented lard tea! i beginning to think you may be a foreigner.


at just over 500 miles in the past two weeks on the catrike, with lots of little adjustments it is all set up, every thing has now eased up giving me nice smooth almost silent drive train.
the lowest gear at 19" is about the limit for around hear and still be able to spin; the performance over short rides comparered to the ice 30 to 40 miles the cat is better by about 2 mph on the average speed, i will not know about longer rides 80 to 100 miles until i have done a few in the spring.
the odd thing is i am faster on down hills on the ice? but can sustain my speed longer on the cat.

i have severel coments over this week by car drivers, expressing there hatred of my dngely stick out things, where they would have squeezed through they are folowing me now untill they can pull around me properly, this seems to really upset them!
all have received a manic wave and a cheery "your welcome" or "thank you"

 

[byegad]

You Sir! are the foreigner from the West Riding, which as you will know is too close to L********e! We North Riding types have culture, good looks and carry the one true word to the heathens in the East* and West Ridings.

*Also known as softy Southern Yorkshiremen, they can pretend they're Easterners, but we all know they are close to Lincolnshire and so the deep South!

Ail is what sheep and cattle do before you have to eat them or, and I hope you're sitting down, bury the body! Oh, the waste!

Ale is what you sit down and drink, when someone else has bought a round, while bemoaning the perfidious L****s' or the lack of culture among the barbarians who share the good earth with the chosen few. ie The rest of England, not bad types in the main, except the L*********e lot, but sadly not from Yorkshire, the rest of the UK, poor things, and then those poor tortured souls who don't even live in the UK.