Monday, July 11, 2005

You never forget

The weather is glorious and I've got two weeks off work, so I thought I'd get the old bike out for a spot of healthy pedalling about the borough. Sold on the virtues of cycling by the two gurus of the past-time, Flann O'Brian and Robert Rankin, I lugged the old mistress from the corner of the garage in which she's gone unloved these last fifteen years, buried under buckets and old mantlepieces, straightened the handlebars, hosed away the dust and cobwebs, brushed off the rust, polished and waxed her frame till she gleamed, greased the chain and bearings, tightened the brakes and pumped up the tires.

I'm fucking exhausted. What's on TV?

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