moustachioed cashpointenger with a curvy blue lo-pro at the Post Office on the Befffnal Green Road this morning, about 8.45am. you eyed my bashed up Carlton conversion with suspicion as i walked by with the missus. The look in your eye - a juxtapsition of disdain (at the lack of top-end gear) and yearning (for a shitty beater that you can ride just for the love of it) - made me automatically assume you must be on here somewhere.
moustachioed cashpointenger with a curvy blue lo-pro at the Post Office on the Befffnal Green Road this morning, about 8.45am. you eyed my bashed up Carlton conversion with suspicion as i walked by with the missus. The look in your eye - a juxtapsition of disdain (at the lack of top-end gear) and yearning (for a shitty beater that you can ride just for the love of it) - made me automatically assume you must be on here somewhere.
Either that or you were just sleepy.