So, it's that time of year again, evenings are stretching out and the temperature is soaring (well, not so much soaring as plummeting), time to grab the rusty old steed out of the shed, half inflate the tyres, tape a pound-shop torch to the handlebars and wobble off into the night.
So, it's that time of year again, evenings are stretching out and the temperature is soaring (well, not so much soaring as plummeting), time to grab the rusty old steed out of the shed, half inflate the tyres, tape a pound-shop torch to the handlebars and wobble off into the night.