Got me a new hi vis vest for free


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..yep there it was on the side of the road on this mornings ride without a price tag...brand new, right size, just a little mark of dirt which I washed out. It's oneof those workman vests with hi vis and reflective tape for the night. Now all I need is to find a brand new bianchi:biggrin: !

Twenty Inch

New Member
Behind a desk
I found a brand new Bianchi once. It was lying in the road, next to a dead cyclist*

*Please note, no cyclists were harmed in the making of this joke.


More serious cyclist than Bonj
I got my his-vis vest free aswell. My dad got a load from his work.
Theres always loads lieing on the side of the road, so its cyclist that pick them up?

You never know, you could find a brand new bianchi on the road, along with the one boot, one sock, one glove and other things left on the road.


Married to Night Train
Salford, UK
Alas, a brand new bianchi isn't among the list of things to be found next to watercourses, according to Flanders and Swan. Maybe roads are different...

"When you're walking in the country
Far from villages or towns,
When you're seven miles from nowhere and beyond,
In some dark deserted forest
Or a hollow of the Downs,
You may come across a lonely pool, or pond.
And you'll always find a big, brass, broken bedstead by the bank:
There's one in every loch and mere and fen.
Don't think it's there by accident,
It's us you have to thank:
The Society of British Bedstead Men.

Oh the hammer ponds of Sussex
And the dew ponds of the West
Are part of Britain's heritage,
The part we love the best;
Every eel- and fish- and mill-pond
Has a beauty all can share ...
But not unless it's got a big brass broken bedstead there!

So we filch them out of attics,
We beg them from our friends,
We buy them up in auction lots
With other odds and ends,
Then we drag them 'cross the meadows
When the moon is in the sky ...
So watch the wall, my darling, while the Bedstead Men go by!

The League of British Bedstead Men
Is marching through the night,
A desperate and dedicated crew.
Under cover of the hedges,
Always keeping out of sight,
For the precious load of Bedsteads must get through!

The Society for Putting
Broken Bedsteads into Ponds
Has another solemn purpose to fulfil;
On our coastal sands and beaches
Or where waving willow wands
Mark the borders of a river, stream or rill,
You'll always find a single laceless left-hand leather boot:
A bootless British river bank's a shock.
We leave them there at midnight;
You can track a member's route,
By the alternating prints of boot and sock.

Oh the lily ponds of Suffolk
And the mill-ponds of the West
Are part of Britain's heritage,
The part we love the best;
Her river banks and sea-shores
Have a beauty all can share,
Provided there's at least one boot,
Three treadless tyres,
A half-eaten pork pie,
Some oil drums,
An old felt hat,
A lorry load of tarblocks
And a broken bedstead there!"

Whenever I'm out on the bike and I see a shoe, I remember the line:

"You'll always find a single laceless left-hand leather boot..."
A cousin is working in Texas for an oil company and has really embraced the American Way Of Life ...

Jeep Cherokee
Triumph Daytona
Mountain bike (unknown)

ready for a charity ride to Austin .... he's just picked up a fully race ready Bianchi from the local 'store' and a new set of lycra. His wife will be 'running support' in the Jeep.
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