...in the middle of the desert. Went flying, bar end caught me two inches to the left of me nuts, proper winded me. All because I was racing some Russians who looked like demented extras from mad max two. Guess I'll leave that stuff to the younger blokes now, I've defiinately had my day. Still aches now, gonna have a peachy bruise. Really don't like quads, two wheels are far better off road. Still, next week I'll be freezing cold and soaked thru twatting about on norfolks finest back roads and riding along with the sun burning down on me will be a distant memory.
I still think bike holidays beat all. This package holiday thing is ok, but you can't beat waking up and thinking "right, had enough of this place, what's over the horizon.." And jumping on your bike to find out.
