swee'pea99
Squire
Just rode up to Enfield to watch Ireland Wales with a mate - turned out he wasn't there (ill...could've let me know you taff twit!) so turned round and came back. All the way there on the fixie the only limit was how fast my legs could spin, but yeGods, the way back....like riding in treacle dragging half a ton of spuds. Only five or six miles but I'm absolutely four-letter-worded.