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Riding the mountain bike to the warehouse has fallen back onto the weight-lifting gloves. Gloves with meshed backing and knuckles to tips exposed to the chill of the early morning and evening air. Handing back the comfy BMX mongoose gloves for an exchange that turned into a refund was not the best of plans. The KMart only ever had one pair in stock and they were the ones returned for another. The checkout chick went all grabby with the helmet in hand thinking that that was the reason for the coupon. A mean grasp set her straight.
After a planned brief stopover at the Church of Scientology—which bled into two hours and started by smelling like peanut butter—for possible inspiration in a future assignment, the hunt was on for a replacement pair.
First stop, after making frantic calls to referees, The Clarence Street Cyclery on Clarence Street. Down on the lower level, the gloves were of the usual specialty price, well bracing the $60 region and looking rather flimsy. Most of these were also knuckle length.
Next, Grace Bros., though now known better as a Myer store. Couldn't spot any Spider-Man toys featuring Doc Ock or anyone other than Spider-Man and their gloves section wasn't at all.
Gowings, on another sale, followed but they too turned out with nothing. As did Mick Simmons, years ago a place where weight-lifting gloves were found. Paul's Warehouse underneath the Sydney Tower directed the attention back to Mick Simmons. And to Rebel Sport.
Rebel Sport did have a few, but again, knuckles for the length. They did have a golf section though. Gloves all covering to the tips. And at $20. If no other BMX gloves are found, these are going to be the next in the series. Yes, that'll be the plan, instead of walking around wearing BMX gloves, walk around wearing golf gloves. Like a lost golfer looking vainly for the next green.
Wednesday, 7 July 2004 - 11:10
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