So, like, can you help me pump up my tyres, baby?

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Assuming I actually wanted to pull blokes...

A woman should try letting some air out of her tire--and thereby give a male biker who might happen to pass her by an opportunity to be a kinght in shining armor."
So I'm just going to ride around and risk puncturing on the off-chance that someone will take pity on me? And WTF is a kinght anyway?

I can tell you from my own experience that I love men who offer to help me in any way with my bike
I sodding don't. They give me the right fucking hump.

I do all my own maintenance and I build my own wheels. If, as has happened in the past, some know-it-all twit comes and tries to take the spanner out of my hands when I get a mechanical, I'll be very tempted to ram it up his patronising arse without benefit of so much as a squirt of WD40.

Crap article, crap attitude, crap magazine. I'll stick to Bizarre when I want a little glossy light reading.

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