GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
This morning that is.
The sort of commute that sticks in your head for a long time and helps you get through some of the rubbish ones.
Little traffic.
Gracious overtakes.
Loads of other cyclists.
Clear blue sky.
Cool breeze.
Big ring all the way.
Legs like a 20-year-old.
August Fridays. Why can't there be more?
The sort of commute that sticks in your head for a long time and helps you get through some of the rubbish ones.
Little traffic.
Gracious overtakes.
Loads of other cyclists.
Clear blue sky.
Cool breeze.
Big ring all the way.
Legs like a 20-year-old.
August Fridays. Why can't there be more?