post se's, I was in a mood and he was doing what he could. it was one of those nice still nights when going for a ride is the right thing to do. I was unemployed, he was doing whatever it was he did. We thought it would be a good idea to keep on riding to Brighton.
He turned off at the top of Brixton Hill, went home and so did I. An odd little memory but makes me smile every time I go that way.
(and I also dodge white lines in the rain thanks to him).
post se's, I was in a mood and he was doing what he could. it was one of those nice still nights when going for a ride is the right thing to do. I was unemployed, he was doing whatever it was he did. We thought it would be a good idea to keep on riding to Brighton.
He turned off at the top of Brixton Hill, went home and so did I. An odd little memory but makes me smile every time I go that way.
(and I also dodge white lines in the rain thanks to him).