Ok, I’ve had to invent a new FMFT category: This category is reserved for those things in cycling life that are just so strange they belie belief. I promise we will use this category wisely; only the most bizarre objects of our interest will make it here.
It started last week. I’d got up one morning and was walking round the flat bleary eyed, tripping over stuff and not finding my cycle helmet. I gave up after a while and ended up using an old helmet that I’d crashed and should have really thrown away by now. The rest of the day was spent retracing in my head where me and my helmet had been the previous day and I finally worked it out: my local curry house.
I nipped in after work and ask if they had it. I initially got the standard response you get from someone when you’ve asked if you’ve left something in their establishment: “Owh, I don’t think so” (always given before looking anywhere or asking anybody who might be in a position to know). After some gentle encouragement, the proprietor went out back to have a look and soon reappeared with my helmet in a clear plastic bag, looking like it was going to be the key piece of evidence on Midsomer Murders.
Things got really strange when I got home and took the helmet out of the bag. It was wet, the padding was soaking. Strange. I lifted it to my nose. I was met by a pleasant lemony aroma. Very strange. It appears my local curry house washed my (cycle) helmet for me.
R
haha...Maybe if you had left your actual bike there they would have given it a full service. J
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