Bikes were due to be collected Wednesday, but by 5 o'clock and no sign of a lorry, I phoned the shipping company only to be told that the driver had "run out of hours" and wouldn't be able to make it.

Having waited all afternoon for this news, you will appreciate that I was far from happy and communicated this in true Tourettes style over the phone to the shippers although it didn't change anything - the bikes remain in the garage.

Collection is re-scheduled for tomorrow with an assurance that I will be give an ETA for the arrival of the lorry. Additionally the driver will call me an hour before he arrives.

Thurday 8am and I get a text from Kyle over at Martins house to say that the lorry is there and the driver wants to load!

I jump in the car and scream over there to find the first bike(mine) stuck on the tail-lift where the half-wit of a driver has overshot with the pallet truck.                                              

Kyle and I struggle to pull the pallet truck back whilst village idiot lifts the wheels. 

Having finally got mine on, Martins is dragged from the garage.

Kyle & Driver











Bikes loaded!