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My bodge would take me about 3 mins plus drying time for the Araldite before drilling. I have all that is necessary to hand. Your fix is indubitably more professional. I am a born bodger, you are quite the opposite! Other bodges would be to use self tappers and washers behind the plate to replicate the height of the towers, or a gentle angle grinding of the towers and my pads.... (tongue firmly in cheek).
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Valverde cheated. He got caught. He was less than repentant.
He is one of the few remaining in the peloton of 'that' generation. It is hard to argue that the majority of professionals were clean in his early career. In earlier generations, doping was less systematic or scientific, yet arguably as omnipresent. From the early days of strychnine, via amphetamines and pot Belge, illegal advantage has always been sought. Many of these villains were just normal guys desperate for another contract.
Should we condemn them? Yes.
We can only hope that the nuclear arms race on doping will finally won by the testers (no, not of the MDCC variety), for the long-term health of all who take part.
I suspect this is true of most major and minor sports.
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In truth you would do well to catch mackerel from the shore this late in the year, July and August are usually the peak period. Don't give up though, conditions are still good, look for deep water at high tide. My hopes are high for cat, but there is a risk of a fishmonger visit. Plenty of small bass around at the moment, so keep practising with the fly gear.
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Horses are a half ton plus of limited sanity with a lethal iron shod sledgehammer at each corner. It makes excellent sense not to startle them. They can't see you behind them, so something like 'passing wide and slow' from 50 yards back is simple self preservation. You will see their heads, or at least ears, turn towards you as they become aware of your presence. It might even wake up a dozing rider. Yes, I ride horses nearly as poorly as I ride bikes.
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Nonsense, Butts Lane is the home of the editor of the New Statesman and many other left-leaning people.