Thank God for Duck Tape
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On the way home last night from work, late and dark.
Just got onto a bit of motorway and gave the old girl a fistful to clear the collective cobwebs away. Dry road very few cars, happy days.
I suudenly felt something touch my left hand, glanced down and saw something moving on the end of the handlebars but could not discern what it as.
Next thing is that something heavy has hit me pretty hard on the top of my left foot.
Even stranger, then I see my left handguard flapping like a lunatic and all is revealed, my fecking left bar end has made a bid for freedom and is now doing many leptons down the A3.
No way can I stop to look for it so carry to the nearest layby where there ever useful roll of duck tape comes into its own.
Just glad it did not hit my chain etc or a car.
Just got onto a bit of motorway and gave the old girl a fistful to clear the collective cobwebs away. Dry road very few cars, happy days.
I suudenly felt something touch my left hand, glanced down and saw something moving on the end of the handlebars but could not discern what it as.
Next thing is that something heavy has hit me pretty hard on the top of my left foot. Even stranger, then I see my left handguard flapping like a lunatic and all is revealed, my fecking left bar end has made a bid for freedom and is now doing many leptons down the A3. No way can I stop to look for it so carry to the nearest layby where there ever useful roll of duck tape comes into its own.
Just glad it did not hit my chain etc or a car.
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