Today I was minding my business, standing at the back of the queue in the Bike Station with my handful of useful bike bits when suddenly it all went dark as if an eclipse had occurred. Cautiously I turned and I beheld the man mountain himself Big Eck
I helped the Bike Station by being instrumental in parting Eck with his readies for a Kona P2 fork and headset and latterly some bits from a Suntour Roller Brake. Then we adjourned to a hostelry across the road for a jar of the brewers nectar and a chat.
We then parted north and south. I was impressed by the fact Big Eck had ridden his San An from Broxburn to the Bike Station, no mean feet minding how heavy it is. He took the train back as his knee understandably was giving him gyp. A nice wee change from my usual dull Saturdays