the one you lent me a couple of weeks ago...?

edit: fuck, that was meant to be whispered, sorry

Or is it that seeing as most of us are "proper" messengers in our day jobs it's fun and ironic to have a rubbish messaging system on the website

The Zefal pump. A design masterpiece, up there with the technics, the wheel and sliced bread. I've had mine for years, fixed an untold amount of damn punctures yet the zefal keeps pumping. I see people with these new pumps with pressure guages and all kinds of crap hanging off them and i say get a zefal.

I had a pump with all kinds of crap like pressure gauges hanging off it but I don't think you could ever really get it up past 90 psi so it was always just a stop gap till I could get to a foot pump. Earlier this year I splashed out on what I thought was a smart investment, a tiny carbon pump that's about the size of a small marker pen and goes to 160 psi! So I showed that off for a bit until I found out that it takes about 15 minutes of frantic pumping to get it up there, then I wasn't so pleased, although it is so light and small that it's good for long journeys or racing or something like that maybe.

Anyway, I won a Zefal pump in a race that was donated by the lovely people up at Two Wheels Good in Crouch End and I aint never looked back. They are the kiddy.

For Sale - One Topeak Micro Rocket carbon pump, hardly used - £20

I was there when Dazzler returned from buying that micro rocket pump.He thought it was the nuts.I whipped out my ZEFAL pump and said,"Not got one of these then?"Moments later Dazzler asked to use my ZEFAL.
After he was finished with it he looked at his micro shite with great disappointment.I put my ZEFAL away and said to myself,"My work here is done."

Every fakey will be running out to purchase a Zefal pump now!Gawd bless 'em.(the pump not the fakies)

I remember this one time I helped an italian woman with her puncture, lent her my pump and ended up exchanging phone numbers with her; two weeks later we were sat in pizza express thinking "wot, no risotto?wtf, dude." so i chose parmigiana de melanzane al forno or whatever it's called, and it was quite nice, but overpriced. anyway we ended up really drunk and talking about how scrufffy and dirty she looked when she was sat next to the kerb with a tyre around her neck and glue all over her fingers and oil on her jeans and sweat all over her face, compared to how smart and beautiful she looked now. anyway, she said something like "lei vorraibe una pompino?" i thought she was saying "would you like a pump" in italian, i.e. she was referencing what i said when i helped her with her puncture, so i just laughed and said "i'd better get the bill, it was good to meet you again, i'm off for a ride later".

I was going to include a catchy heading like "brothers to arms", but then Dazzler stole a nice fat west run from under me...