betty swollocks
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Hurtling down my favourite downhill yesterday morning on my Guv'nor, I spooked a pheasant, which was doing what pheasants do (whatever that is) hidden in a grass verge. Anyway, as I passed, it launched itself with a flurry of wings and vast amounts of squawking straight at me. Heading straight for my face, I punched it out of the way and carried on: I don't normally punch things which get in my way, it was just instinct - which is a bit worrying.
Having had the Guv'nor a few days now, it was the most extreme reaction to my new steed I've experienced so far, or maybe, it occurred to me later, it was objecting me to being clad head to foot in Rapha (apart from the shoes)- many would I do not doubt, but well you have to look the part, don't you?
At the bottom of the hill, I was struck by guilt: what fate had befallen my feathered assailant? Had I just ko'd it, or maybe assisted it to the great nye in the sky? I simply had to find out.
So I turned round and struggled back up the hill breathlessly, but with great style. I surveyed the scene. It was nowhere to be seen. So, I swooped down the hill again and continued with my ride on a sublime spring morning.
When I got home I discovered its revenge: it had shat all down my left leg, as if someone had emptied a yoghurt pot.
Having had the Guv'nor a few days now, it was the most extreme reaction to my new steed I've experienced so far, or maybe, it occurred to me later, it was objecting me to being clad head to foot in Rapha (apart from the shoes)- many would I do not doubt, but well you have to look the part, don't you?
At the bottom of the hill, I was struck by guilt: what fate had befallen my feathered assailant? Had I just ko'd it, or maybe assisted it to the great nye in the sky? I simply had to find out.
So I turned round and struggled back up the hill breathlessly, but with great style. I surveyed the scene. It was nowhere to be seen. So, I swooped down the hill again and continued with my ride on a sublime spring morning.
When I got home I discovered its revenge: it had shat all down my left leg, as if someone had emptied a yoghurt pot.