Today has been the longest it has ever taken to go to the supermarket. I head forth to the marina asda, taking a detour along the seafront for a few miles as it was a beautiful morning and I wanted to enjoy it on my new bike, everything is calm, no problems. I head back towards the marina to park up and pick up some eggs, bacon, the manly things that are needed in a breakfast (oh, and some milk for my coco pops). I'm cruising along nice and slowly in the car park, change gear and the throttle is doing bugger all, that's when a passer-by get's my attention and says "Your chains fallen off".
After one day you can imagine I am not happy, and panicking quite a bit as this is my first vehicle on the road, so I park the bike up and walk briskly home as I had remembered that my insurance comes with breakdown cover. Calling around a few places I finally locate a place which will take a look at it, the others gave responses of "No we don't touch them imports with a barge pole!".
After much worrying about wether or not this place will have a chain to match, and a couple of hours later, I get my bike picked up by a nice chap who assures me they will be able to get it fixed, even though i'm thinking 'i'll believe when I see it'.
Get to the bike shop (On the Wheel in brighton) and they measure up the old chain with one they have in stock, sure enough it seems to be a match, and looks to be a heavier duty too. Now I just wait for the phone call for them to tell me it's ready to pick up... or if it needs anything else doing to it.
And, i'm still without my eggs or bacon.