Well, I managed another twenty-miler on my bike yesterday. Got to admit, I struggled a bit: the last five miles or so, I just didn’t seem to have any energy. I must remember to take some Jelly Babies with me next week.
And, I thought my backside had stopped aching from last week’s ride, but as soon as I sat in that saddle… ouch.
It’s my own fault for having such a pert arse.
And, talking of bikes and arses, I’ve just been out for a couple of hours on my motorbike and I saw a couple of young
lads idiots riding in front of me.
Now, every motorcyclist knows the dangers of falling off, which is why we wear suitable clothing. Just. In. Case. But the two chaps I saw today, were wearing just shorts and tee-shirts. With no gloves. Or decent footwear. And they were both on the one bike, which is probably why they only had one crash helmet between them. And they were riding down the A6 dual carriageway. At sixty-five miles an hour. On a very wobbly and unsafe-looking Suzuki 125
Contenders for a Darwin Award, possibly.
Fucking idiots, definitely!