So the gay bloke at work with the ER-5 has been hassling me since I can't remember when about helping him out with 'stuff' on his bike... Ha ha.. He's a funny lad I like him but i'm a busy motherfucker right!!??
So last week he tells me " I've literally got no brakes!"
I'm still busy but this does sound serious so I have a quick look... The bike's a fucking mess!!! ..Talk about minimal servicing!!
The rear brake was seized so I stuck some WD40 everywhere.. It works! Cool.. So now the front.. His pads have completely worn away and he's grinding the back plate!!! Fucking lol.. What a twat.. " /> so I've ordered the bits and am now destined to fully service the bloody thing!
"He's gonna want to shag your arse now!!" Mused one of my fellow co-workers...........
"I'd rather fend that off than have a dead homo on my conscience" I said!!
I'll try to teach him some basics but i'm keeping the lubricant at arms' length!!!