Night ride...for Dave02

Warning: This thread is about cycling!
Gittery it was, giittery. I set off into the black and on narrow roads elected to ride in the middle. In no time, there ws a light and continuous sccchhhhhhh which soon turned into a loud and continuous scccccchhhhhhhh.
Finally I got home a nervous wreck having survived potholes, branches, drunk farmers lying in the road and discarded litter blowing around and playing Russian Roulette with errant carrier bags getting very close to the transmission.
Rear caliper was totally obscured with mud. The SKS longs don't allow much for leeway with 25mm tyres and a bucket or two of mud chucked at them.
Farmers (bless 'em), are supposed to clean up after themselves - why aren't they ordered to clean up their mess or given the bill for road cleaning?
Gittery it was, giittery. I set off into the black and on narrow roads elected to ride in the middle. In no time, there ws a light and continuous sccchhhhhhh which soon turned into a loud and continuous scccccchhhhhhhh.
Finally I got home a nervous wreck having survived potholes, branches, drunk farmers lying in the road and discarded litter blowing around and playing Russian Roulette with errant carrier bags getting very close to the transmission.
Rear caliper was totally obscured with mud. The SKS longs don't allow much for leeway with 25mm tyres and a bucket or two of mud chucked at them.
Farmers (bless 'em), are supposed to clean up after themselves - why aren't they ordered to clean up their mess or given the bill for road cleaning?
seanoconn - gruagach craic!
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seanoconn
The Lonely tree
I was lost and lonely
I sat underneath a tree
Then I saw this bush
My briefs were filled with glee
A fair colour that took my breath away
As we rolled amongst the hay...
Then at once I heard a shout
A man not small but full of clout
He pointed his 12 bore my way
Shocked; I gasped and ran away
Now I sit again under the tree
Dreaming of the hay, oh lonely me...
Pina '13
Can you find someone else to fall in love with 'cos i got a splitting headache.
Come up the graveyard later, I'll be sinking some Special Brews and a couple of bottles of Grants Vodka wi' ma pals.
Bring chips.