In my desire to combat the onslaught of old age and senility (you at the back stop tittering) I have recently bought myself a bicycle.In my youth I did cut a fine figure,charging around peak and dale,with my handle bar moustache blowing in the wind as I chased the fair maidens on my penny farthing.
Well according to that young whipper snapper Bob Dylan times are a changing,and not for the better I may add,gone are the horse drawn carriage and in is the Fat Tyre,so as the long summer months...