Rescued
Gary (Old Bag on a Bike) and his daughter come and collect me and the bike and make the last few miles to the lunch stop at Theale. I've come 65 miles and I don't want to stop now.
I can't face a baked potato for lunch, my stomach is in knots. Another banana bites the dust!
Gary looks at the bike. John's repair was better than he thought.
To get me back on track he drops me at Arborfield, which is home territory for me (although he did get lost on the way!) I've cycled around here practising, and we are right opposite the stables where the boys are learning to ride.
Cycle past home and off into the wilderness.
Spot some of those funny looking goats with floppy ears. It's opposite a paintball place - my mind, looking for entertainmant, surmises that they have been splatted with brown paint. Sad!!
About a mile on down the road, see a place selling goat meat.
Not a pleasant thought.
I can't face a baked potato for lunch, my stomach is in knots. Another banana bites the dust!
Gary looks at the bike. John's repair was better than he thought.
To get me back on track he drops me at Arborfield, which is home territory for me (although he did get lost on the way!) I've cycled around here practising, and we are right opposite the stables where the boys are learning to ride.
Cycle past home and off into the wilderness.
Spot some of those funny looking goats with floppy ears. It's opposite a paintball place - my mind, looking for entertainmant, surmises that they have been splatted with brown paint. Sad!!
About a mile on down the road, see a place selling goat meat.
Not a pleasant thought.
posted by Waving hello! @ 3:30 pm
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