snorri
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Questions questions, you'd need to meet Pat to understandJust a thought....isnt it difficult to cycle along a river? Surely it's hard work to keep up a sufficient speed that you aquaplane?

Questions questions, you'd need to meet Pat to understandJust a thought....isnt it difficult to cycle along a river? Surely it's hard work to keep up a sufficient speed that you aquaplane?
Correct!Questions questions, you'd need to meet Pat to understand.
Well?I'm cycling along the river Clyde; just after 8am, already quite hot, still water shimmers from sun rays, there has been no one else for a good mile along the Glasgow Green park.
I see another cyclist in the distance, dismounted, inspecting his rear gears.
Of course I stop to offer assistance, he looks up ... wow, handsome, my age group - golden oldies we may say
In broken English (this is getting tricky now, older, foreign gent, how am I going to get his mobile number without he thinking me forward?), he explains that he dropped the bike a while ago, the gears have not been right since.
Our conversation is about local bike shops, the Ebike he's considering but feels would give him less exercise (brilliant, that means he's not one to suggest an Arran figure of eight as a get to know you better ride), the Genesis flat bar I was riding compared his Viking road bike.
He asks me my age, where I'm from, I laugh, telling him it's bad manners to ask a woman her age, but tell him anyway.
We shake hands "I'm Pat" ... "I'm William Wallace" ...
Ah ... yes ... well ... really ... OK, then, I have to go to my work now ...
I'm a bit lost for words, hey ho, Braveheart, you don't say, maybe some weird sense of humor, some hidden meaning, but you could have picked a character matching your accent.
At this point I'm still sort of hoping a next meeting may follow from this one, when:
" work work work, all people go fast fast, women go university, take the man's job, have the power, Pakistani very good, woman covered in the house ..."
I push the pedals: I've got the power, yes, ciaooooo!!
Ach well, that was that then.
Well?
Ach well, that was that then.
Close escape, Pat..I'm cycling along the river Clyde; just after 8am, already quite hot, still water shimmers from sun rays, there has been no one else for a good mile along the Glasgow Green park.
I see another cyclist in the distance, dismounted, inspecting his rear gears.
Of course I stop to offer assistance, he looks up ... wow, handsome, my age group - golden oldies we may say
In broken English (this is getting tricky now, older, foreign gent, how am I going to get his mobile number without he thinking me forward?), he explains that he dropped the bike a while ago, the gears have not been right since.
Our conversation is about local bike shops, the Ebike he's considering but feels would give him less exercise (brilliant, that means he's not one to suggest an Arran figure of eight as a get to know you better ride), the Genesis flat bar I was riding compared his Viking road bike.
He asks me my age, where I'm from, I laugh, telling him it's bad manners to ask a woman her age, but tell him anyway.
We shake hands "I'm Pat" ... "I'm William Wallace" ...
Ah ... yes ... well ... really ... OK, then, I have to go to my work now ...
I'm a bit lost for words, hey ho, Braveheart, you don't say, maybe some weird sense of humor, some hidden meaning, but you could have picked a character matching your accent.
At this point I'm still sort of hoping a next meeting may follow from this one, when:
" work work work, all people go fast fast, women go university, take the man's job, have the power, Pakistani very good, woman covered in the house ..."
I push the pedals: I've got the power, yes, ciaooooo!!
Ach well, that was that then.
If it's any help to narrow it down, I've never cycled alongside the Clyde.
I offer this information because I'm very handsome and crackers, so I wouldn't want there to be any mistaken identity issues.
And clearly you are very modest as well.![]()