Somebody's Spokes and I Went Into a Dream
"So I was going down a descent. On the Brompton..."
"My Brompton?"
"Yes... Well I didn't know what sort of bike it was to start with. But I was going down a descent and there was a lefthand turn on the bottom. And as I approached this turn I started to notice the handlebars were strange."
"Strange?"
"Instead of being straight they had a set on them, to one side. The more I rode the worse they got. It got to the point where they were nearly sideways and I was looking down at the bike wondering what was going on. That's when I noticed the small wheel. So then I thought - this is the Brompton! It’s wrecked, I’ve wrecked her Brompton. Then I looked down at the front wheel and there was no tire. Or wait... I noticed the rim had… That is, my eyes were drawn to - you know the wee hole?"
"For the valve."
"Right. The valve hole on the rim. It was cracked and… there was a dent on the rim there, a crease. And the rim was rolled out the wrong way round. And the tire was on, but the wrong way round. I’d been riding on the inside of the tire that was around the rim!"
"Jeez. Okay."
"As I was thinking this to myself, some boy came by me on, like, this horrible looking mountain bike. Flying by, around the outside of me. I didn’t think anything of it, so I went on and rounded the bend, headed down toward the bridge that goes over. And then I got off the bike and the boy up in front of me stopped, coming over trying to be helpful. I was on the other side of the bridge at this point when I saw there was three other guys there. They were coming over. And then one of them was walking too near me, touching my pockets and things."
"Were these guys connected to the one on the mountain bike?"
"No, I think they were separate. The boy on the bike, he genuinely meant to help like, but he disappeared. It was then it dawned on me, that these other ones - they used the advantage of me being stopped and having got into difficulty. They seen their opportunity, coming over milling around when they had no call to be there, pretending to be helpful. But they weren’t helpful at all. These boys were trying to rob me off money in my time of difficulty."
"Do you remember what they looked like?"
"Naw. They were like these guys. Just, you know, generic sort of ones. They were not overly big or small or anything like that. But I can vividly see the face on one of them, coming at me."
"So what did you do?"
"Well so then I was shooing them away. But they kept touching me and I lost my temper. I said, 'look get away from me!' But this one boy, he kept coming at me and I knew he was trying to steel things out of my pocket. He was touching my pockets and hanging around near me and he wouldn’t go away. So I pushed him. And at that he stepped out and I could see his face clear as day and I just... bang! I struck him, right in the face. And he come at me again and I give him another couple of digs. And his other mates were hanging, milling around at this point, and I hit him three good tight licks in the face. And then I just sort of come out of the dream and woke up."
"And my bike?..."
"Oh, I don't know. I suppose I cycled back and tried to sneak it into the house without you knowing. Have you checked, is the rim inside out?"
Interesting post! All the more so, given that I posted this morning on Facebook about repairing a flat (hateful task), with a link to their "Fixing a Hole" :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0I2ZrBuFdQ
ReplyDeleteHave you been eating muishrooms from the farm again?
ReplyDeleteThey go nicely with the lamb.
Deletesomehow I knew you were a lefty!
ReplyDeleteI am actually a bothie : )
DeleteLooks like holding camera with right hand and attempting to hold pen with left.
DeleteSo when enjoying dinner, you're lambidextrous. Got it.
DeletePen in left hand made for a better composition. Camera was placed on a chair.
DeleteAh, how many attempts did you make at this before deciding the best composition? I sense a balance begging from the right.
DeleteI decided on the framing and composition before taking the shot. It's not a well planned photo. The silly idea occurred to me, so I arranged the bike, doodled in the notebook and quickly took the shot. I like the balance. The noise is pretty bad though, so if I were dong it again I'd do a long exposure.
DeleteI see Monday Mailbox is replaced by Monday Madness this week?
ReplyDelete(Thoroughly enjoyable nonetheless!)
That would imply my other posts are more or less sane?
DeleteNice. You have the local voice about perfect there. Great ear!
ReplyDeleteHah thank you. I've been transcribing my friends talking lately as a sort of exercise to get this right for my non-bloggy writing.
DeleteThat's a hard thing to do well. I've heard just enough conversation from that region to say the rhythm is familiar in your writing.
DeleteFun, odd things our heads come up with unbidden, eh?
Haven't done it in a good 10 years now, but I used to do a lot of transcribing. The key to doing it in real time is to use a standardised abbreviation system, then just abbreviate all the words. The tricky thing about doing that with "Hiberno-English" is that many of the words, or word forms, used are not standard and do not lend themselves to this. Still fun trying though.
DeleteI was behind a fellow at the Customer Service Desk of a DIY store the other day in Ayrshire, Scotland. The checkout girl couldn’t find a barcode and he explained (or tried to – he was fu’, as they say over here (fu’ = drunk), and was teetering somewhat), “It hisnae goat a fumdae coz it wis hingwied – ’a’s hoo ah bocht it in the furst place, coz it wis hingwied – ’a’s hoo it hisnae goat a fumdae.”
Delete“Sorry?”
“Aw, fur Goad’s sake, hen... It hisnae goat a fumdae coz it wis hingwied – tha’s hoo ah bocht it in the furst place, coz it wis hingwied – tha’s hoo it hisnae goat a fumdae.”
She wasn’t getting it. So he turned round to me and said, “You tell ’er, pal – some o’ thae wee lassies dinnae unnerstawn English...”
“It doesn’t have a barcode because it was reduced – that’s why he bought it in the first place, because it was reduced – that’s how it doesn’t have a barcode,” I explained.
“Oh... Right!” She said, relieved now that she understood (the queue was getting longer by the minute).
“Tha’s whit ah tell’t ’er!”
Well, it was and it wasn’t – if I wrote the way they talk around here, ye’d hawrdly unnerstawn a wurd.
Very enjoyable reading indeed - and I love the photo of your bike reclining on the couch :)
ReplyDeleteHow many holes does it take to fill the Brompton Hall? I'd love to tuuuurrrn yooouu...etc.
ReplyDeleteInteresting read. Love the beatlesque flavor indeed...
DeleteRegards from Singapore
Interesting dream. I've had some really significant dreams in my life involving bikes -- and I'm not even that much of a dedicated cyclist. Not to get too Jungian about it, but I think bikes are significant symbols for us. For me at least, they stand for things like individuality and assertiveness, and finding your place in the world.
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Funny enough, I do not dream of my bicycles (or anybody else's). My cycling-related dreams all have to do with sensations - like cornering or descending or trying to keep my balance on a narrow winding dirt trail strewn with rocks. Sometimes I dream of crashing. Or nearly crashing - I tend to wake up before it happens.
DeleteThe Brommie looks so relaxed lounging on that sofa. Not all bikes are so cooperative when it comes to sitting for a portrait.
ReplyDeleteOK I'll play armchair psychoanalyst.
ReplyDelete1. This person has recently been tricked or cheated, or perhaps betrayed by a friend.
2. This person feels guilty about borrowing and possibly breaking something that belongs to you.
3. This person has seen you fold and unfold the Brompton and does not trust those hinges!
How did I do?
Arthur
I can neither confirm nor deny!
DeleteSomeone has been sitting still too long again.
ReplyDeleteActually the opposite. Influx of miles lately, of the fixed gear in a headwind variety.
DeleteB&W photos always more dreamlike than colour. The photo seems to suggest that you had the Brompton in for psychoanalysis.
ReplyDeleteBike therapy.
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