Its bicycle repair man!

 Snow on them there hills but sunshine meant another opportunity to flog R200 to death on the way to wok. He had misbehaved on a big ride Sunday and despite a spray of the magic WD40 can he still complained on the 5 mile morning commute. Promises of taking him for a service were to no avail as on the way back he suffered a catastrophic failure

 which as it happened in the high street

 locking the back wheel solid and only thanks to yours truly cat like reflexes (ahem, read luck) prevented a Lycra smudge on the tarmac.

Back at HQ little t instructed me on the finer points of bike maintenance as I made some adaptions to the seating arrangements on the Red MTB.