
To start off-
One evening in the Broadstraik, I met an old pal who asked if that was my Cossack outside. I proudly started to spout off at length about how much fun they were and that, statistically according to insurers, the safest form of motorcycling.
Upon closing time, I offered him a lift home in the 'chair'. As he couldn't be ersed walking, he accepted. He jumped into the chair with the bravado of a WW1 pilot off to hammer the Bosch and we set off through Elrick towards Aberdeen. I turned left up Wellgrove Rd and hurtled into the sweeping left-hander with the intention of lifting the chair wheel and freaking him out.
However, at this point, the chair wheel decided to go it's own way and came off, bouncing over the outfit and into a garden on the other side of the road. The outfit was, by now, grinding to an embarrassing halt. Mate asked 'How the f**k did that happen?
I looked at the wheel spindle and wondered what happened. How could the wheel nut come off? It was at this point that I remembered I'd been adjusting the chair brake before heading off to the pub. I put my hand in my pocket and found the 'R' clip that should've been securing the castellated wheel nut.

He's never let that one go!!
