Racing roadkill
Guru
I rode down to a Remembrance Day thing today, and as I got there, I heard the hiss of doom coming from my front tyre. So I watched the parade, had a coffee, and returned to my ( crocked ) bike. Whilst I was messing around with tyres and tubes and gas, a Marine with a very impressive rack of gongs, asked me if I was okay, and if I needed a lift anywhere, because he had a van. I didn’t need it, but I thought it was a very nice gesture.
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