XmisterIS
Purveyor of fine nonsense
On my way home today from my Sunday afternoon ride, I was slogging up the last big hill and I saw a lad of perhaps 12 or 13 standing on the pavement with his bike. Suddenly, from over the brow of the hill appeared his mate (called Keiran, apparently) on a BMX that was too small for him, chin on the handlebars (for aerodynamic profile), elbows and knees sticking out sideways in "racing" pose, pedals going round furiously ...
*whoosh* he went pelting past me as fast as possible, and his mate shouted out, "Oi! Keiran, you knob! You ain't got no brakes on that!"
*whoosh* he went pelting past me as fast as possible, and his mate shouted out, "Oi! Keiran, you knob! You ain't got no brakes on that!"