It seems Karma has been lurking patiently in the shadows, waiting to give me a little pay back for well over a decade.
Many moons ago I watched my little brother crash his bike. As he went off down the road and into a bend, the right hand grip slid off - sending him spiralling into a sign post. I will admit, I laughed my ass off at the time (after checking he was ok obviously) - and there was much mocking about being stupid enough to let you handle bar grips fall of etc etc - but today it turns out its not so funny when it happens to you!
The rain today was torrential, and it must have found its way under the ageing grips on my trusty Saracen, and as I negotiated the torrents freely flowing across the tarmac I felt it start to move. A split second later I was all over the place, one hand on the bars and one flailing wildly holding a perfectly formed, if not completely detached grip in it.
Luckily I did not end up in the drink, and after some crazy running while seated on a bike, managed to get it all collected. To the bike shop. Pair of lock on grips purchased.
Karma must have been almost satisfied with this, but one final sting - Only a few hours later I had to call my brother to let him know I was going to be late for our now weekly expedition into the wilderness and had time to relate the whole sad sorry, allowing him to return a little of the mocking from all those years ago while he helped me finish fitting them to my ride.
