Joe
Retro Guru
Misty morning. Ring Wu. A new route for him. Fix bikes & ride out fast. No tea, no tea-shops open. Is this not England? Do they not want to make money? Pedal off in indignant rage. Climb the downs, lungs burning as we ascend into a misty land that time forgot. There could be anything up there. Fast rolling decents as we hammer on round. Sheep not dinoaurs greet us, bleating with laughter at my own fantasy. Mist clears and the real dinosaurs appear, hawks circling above us. Buzzard pearched on fence. Freehubs growl as we dive through the trees. Out of cover, back to home. Awesome ride.