Along The Road Like Bridesmaids At A Farmer’s Wedding

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They came at me along the road like bridesmaids at a farmer’s wedding. Equally spaced to the horizon by winter madness. The club run exploded, their kit admitted that they were still 30km from home. I drove on in the opposite direction, the gaps became less regular and the rider’s arms straighter. Some feckin mullet showing off and destroying a club run with bravado and new wheels; … [Read more...]