IN OUR GARAGE
Lets talk about my nuts and my bush! Last month I wrote that some thieving scum had broken into Deux Smurf and had stolen a few bits and pieces. After making a list of what I remembered being in her cubby holes, I couldn’t shake the thought that there was something else was missing, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. A few days later when I went out to inflate her tyres (slow punctures due a rusty rims) it dawned on me, “Where the ‘f*** were the locking wheel nut keys?” Yes, the air was blue, and I’m fairly confident I invented some new swear word combinations. Not much of a consolation, I know, but I think my neighbours were impressed. Annoyingly I had a couple of trips planned that weekend, so they had to be cancelled. Although I’ve never had a puncture whilst ‘laning before, it can be guaranteed that this would be the time I’d get a flat if I had ventured out without the ability to change the wheel. Not only had her first UK owner fitted a locking wheel nut to each wheel, but he also replaced all the other normal nuts with spline sockets, which was another item I’d have to replace - great.
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