. . . would have saved me a trip to Mr Grumpy's smoke-filled bike shop today. The lone bolt holding my bracket on to the upright came out as I pedalled merrily down the Keizersgracht - do you think I can sue the city of Amsterdam for leaving huge dips in the roads after they send the bricks away to be cleaned? Mr Grumpy didn't bother actually looking at us; his sidekick, Mr Slightly Less Grumpy, provided 2 bolts and the use of a pair of pliers for the grand sum of 10 cents. Who needs customer service when you have low, low prices?
And after mistaking an oddly shaped log for two Scottie terriers today, I'm thinking that I should probably get my eyes tested again soon. All this blogging is clearly leading to blindness.
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