Dogtrousers
Lefty tighty. Get it righty.
A few years back I was staying at a place in Sweden and there was an MTB in the shed. Pretty old, way too small for me, but in just about working condition. I went blasting off around the pretty rough forest trails nearby. It was utterly childish. And great fun. Not been on one since though.
I'm always smartly turned out though (Hummvees and free socks from the Tour de France mag)
