I have a bike rack on the roof of my car. Well used but serviceable. Some long forgotten anonymous make. Only problem is there are little knobs on it to tighten the arms of the racks on to the bikes. Circular plastic things which contain and conceal a nut which tightens on to a bolt. Sort of thing you get on lawnmower handlebars.
Anyway, thing is, they are so worn as to be spinning round without tightening the nuts very well now. I can get round it by doing away with them altogether and simply using a long socket on the exposed nuts but it's a bit of pain balancing the bikes on the rack while doing that.
Finally to my question, does anyone know what these things are called so I can start searching for replacements ? I've tried googling "little round nut tighteners" but it's taking me to places I never knew existed....
Cheered me up too, chaps - well done! I wonder how many useful things we discard for want of an easily-replaced small part, if we only knew where to get one. Perhaps I'll look in to replacing the broken catch on the raisin dispenser of my Panasonic bread maker now.
There are some fab bits of kit now for transporting bikes. It does make me chuckle though, although it is a bit mean to do so of course. One of the places we've used for years is Delamere forest where there are literally miles of forestry commission tracks and specialist mountain biking facilities. Especially on Sundays for some reason you get the families with a flashy bike rack on a 4x4, a veritable cornucopia of gear and expensive (clearly hardly used) bikes who puff and pant their way, red-faced and sweaty round one of the short courses before retiring to the cafe to re-stock their portly frames with cakes, ice-cream and other goodies.
Typically there is a father in the lead, head down pedalling like fury shouting instructions. A couple of bored kids, one of whom is usually crying at the indignity of forced physical activity and a fat mother bringing up the rear, saddle set too low, great hams of thighs poured into expensive lycra, a violently coloured helmet atop their moon face with its complexion of an enraged turkey struggling to keep up while failing miserably to get the hang of the 21 gears attached to the bike she clearly loathes and which has cost more than some people would pay for a family holiday.
You see them once, perhaps twice over a month and never see them again, but their clones return every week. Almost without fail.
My son often mocks what I call my 'box of usefulness'. Basically it is a small tool box in which I store 'spare' screws and fixings from diy projects, flat pack furniture etc.
The mockery stopped when I found that an Ikea nut and bolt combo designed for holding units together was just the job to fix his scooter.
No home should be without a 'box of usefulness', imo.