Hell Yeah! Friday smiles...

Not Friday but it made me smile:

So it's typical late summer Tuesday evening. You're 88 years old. You've just finished your tea and watched Eggheads. You're waiting for Emmerdale to start so you settle down with a nice glass of your favourite malt. Not if you're Sid Wilson, you don't. You go to the garage, put your trusty 30 year old racing bike in the car. Change into your Sheffield Phoenix (I've been a cyclist for over 40 years and Sid has been in that club since time began) cycling lycra. Head off down to the local evening 10 and blast around the course, whilst your heart beats at about 150 beats a minute. You finish the race, then go and have chat with your daughter, son-in-law and grandson, all fantastic cyclists in their own right, then tootle off home till the next time. Utter LEGEND.