Bugger me, Big Jim and the Twins werent half giving me some grief today.. i went on a solo law breaking session today, ended up being a good ride out...nearly binned it (might start a thread about that), then ended up with some gratuitous knee down practice on two new roundabouts...this however, was totally ruined by the unruly shenanigans going on in me kecks... you know some days yer on the bike, loverly..next day yer knackers just WILL NOT settle and it doesnt matter if Big Jim is hangin to left, right or going 'silence of the lambs' the bleeder insists on squeezin against the tank, head poppin out, and then one of yer spuds gets trapped under yer crutch?? today was on of those days... I pulled over, adjusted, had about 8 wees, readjusted, re-readjusted..last week i had a piss in bush and followed through,,is biking really worth this humiliation?? i even had bikers pulling over to see if i was alright...maybe thats was because i woz rolling around in layby..i usually wear those padded cycling leggings which helps no end but fekk me when i eventually called it day Fireman Sams Helmet looked like it had had a respray and now im sat here feeling like ive been in one of those mental 'Jap schoolgirl boots old man in knackerz' films..
Carlos, thats why i wear those lycra jobbies..theyre so tight you can tell what religion i am..but today was just one of those fkn days...bleeders WOULD NOT behave..
