It is with deep regret that I am announcing the death of Boris.
Boris and I had gained a deep and meaninful relationship over the space of the last 18 months. The bonding was painful in many occasions, but I feel we acquired a mutual respect of each other.
I spent time and money on Boris, and the occasional tarty gadget to make him look cooler.
Sadly, Boris' time is up. The weird clicking noise he'd been making recently proved too costly to his health.
On the plus side, I bought a new* bike.
Does anyone know how the hell I broke a bottom bracket, chain and gear cog thingy in the space of 18 months? Apparently the chain (which is less than 12 months old) looks as though it's done in the region of 10,000 miles.
Ah well, at least I have a new toy to break bones with now?