Beating People on the commute who have a better bike

yeah not bad,

but my dad didnt buy us toys, he made them- out of wood..

Toys and books are different.

My dad bought me books so I understood theory and toys like lego technic so I understood how gears worked and practical stuff worked.

My dad carved my sisters bed out of wood... and put hearts in the head board ... out of love for his only daughter.

And then he went to work building a boat the next day.

thats sweet, I like the image of a carpenter like our heavenly father.

My dad is 100% Scottish born and bred.

Top that for grunt.

suggest title change to 'beating people on the internet who have a better dad than you'?

thats sweet, I like the image of a carpenter like our heavenly father.

My dad is 100% Scottish born and bred.

Top that for grunt.

My dad is pure Dorset ... knows how to tell the time in Dorset .. none of this scottish nonsense.

Men from Dorset ... we know how to speak English properly ... we don't add an R where there is none.

We also know how to ride bikes ... Take on My uncle on motorbike and you would be embarassed.

My dad is pure Dorset ... knows how to tell the time in Dorset ..

You don't have clock in Dorset?

No mate ... there is a particular way of saying the time if you are from Dorset.

suggest title change to 'beating people on the internet who have a better dad than you'?

Sorry Jan. But this was all for jokes like the thread.

My dad is 100% Scottish born and bred.

Surely that either makes him ginger with a Tartan hat, or Rab.c.Nesbit?

Well it make him produce a son that is really skinny and always looking at his mobile phone in the coffee shop while you are trying to talk to him .. is this a scottish trait?

My dad wrote the Kama Sutra

Really, is that your mum posing in the pictures then?

@Lucas "Well it make him produce a son that is really skinny and always looking at his mobile phone in the coffee shop while you are trying to talk to him .. is this a scottish trait?"

no thats called being at 'work' with a crackberry,

anyway back on topic.

my dad once bought me picture disc albums from HMV oxford street that I wanted and carried them all the way back to Blackpool, not just hard as nails,
but up to date as well.

My dad's a cunt and I doubt he's better than any of your dads

@Lucas "Well it make him produce a son that is really skinny and always looking at his mobile phone in the coffee shop while you are trying to talk to him .. is this a scottish trait?"

I have a HTC desire and manage to separate my time between my phone and my friends by leaving the phone in my bag.

Maybe I am not as dependant on technology as you are?

my dad once bought me picture disc albums from HMV oxford street that I wanted and carried them all the way back to Blackpool, not just hard as nails,
but up to date as well.

That just makes ur dad gay.

My dad used to tell me no .. "I can't afford it Lucas Maximus so get a fucking job" .... and so I did.

Hmm, the woodworking thing etc. Perhaps you both have the same dad and he weren't commuting to London at all but pissing off to see his other family in Dorset and make em nice beds and shit, nick their picture discs and take em back to you saying he got them from London. Just an idea like.

wait, that explains some things, shit, all those weekends getting rare timber, special fixings

My dad doesn't like cats .. maybe this is the explaination why he left your family catman.

He likes Dogs, used to have two great danes and a red setter.

The red setter almost got my mum arrested.

hold on a minute, he was doing a threeway now?

hold on a minute, he was doing a threeway now?

NO!

plenty mamils are overtaking me on their early evening rides at the mo,
little do they know how many miles I do in the day....

Now you mention it, I never could understand what the fuck he was saying whenever I asked him the time (that was whenever he wasn't "away on the rigs").

plenty mamils are overtaking me on their early evening rides at the mo,
little do they know how many miles I do in the day....

Yeah whatever until you understand the "rush" and the determination that comes during and after I doubt you will ever understand my mind fully.

how has such a moronic thread been created.

how has such a moronic thread been created.

how has such a blind post been made?

Buy a BMX... on the commute you then can never lose - beating a guy on a BMX is not a win for anyone else - and when you do beat a commuter on a geared bike you can fucking lord it over him - or her - in the most in-yer-face way possible.

By this logic you should just jog to work. Then break into a mad lung busting sprint to pass cyclists, stopping once past them to pretend to tie a shoe lace.

Might be a bit weird though.