The Pistette has never been one to have run of the mill accidents ( she once got so tangled up in her bike after a crash that a couple of traffic wardens had to help unfankle her ). Anyway the most recent one happened a couple of weeks ago when, while chanking along at full speed, her jumper somehow fell out of her bag and wrapped itself around her chain ( I once had a bizarre conversation with an American girl about a jumper so for those who don't know, a 'Jumper' is the same thing as a 'Sweater' ) the resulting high speed lock-up wrecked her tyre and ended up with the jumper stuck fast in her now unmovable drive train. Once she'd finally come to a standstill she did what all professional Bike Messengers do when something goes wrong with their bike at work, she did the bounce test ( lift your bike about 2 inches off the ground then drop it, if nothing falls off then you're good to go ) then took a break to assess how to deal with the problem without getting her hands dirty.
While she was standing around kicking at her bike ,smoking fags and generally doing nothing a dashing Fakenger named Gabriel turned up as if from nowhere* and offered to go to his nearbye flat and get some pliers to help remove the jumper from the bike. Which he did. Although the jumper didn't survive, which is a shame as it's The Pistette's favourite one that she got for Christmas when she was 15.
Anyway, The Pistette says "Thanks!" Gabriel.
Apparently you owe her a new jumper.
*Well, he'd already ridden past once and asked if any assistance was required, then he came past again and The Pistette was still 'assessing the situation' so I think he decided to take matters into his own hands**.
**This is just one of the extra benefits of wearing one of those tiny mini skirts over your lycra which most courier girls do. The main purpose of which is to stop drunk boy couriers staring at your crotch in the pub after work.
( This is in no way a slight against Gabriel's Gentlemanliness )
