There is a cyclist who goes up the A449 every morning, full lycra, light on head, you've all seen the tools. Traffic has to swerve to miss him and the idiots who drive on that road aren't the most careful of drivers to say the least.
Last Friday in the awful conditions he was still there, standing on the pedals, his arse cheeks going like a woofters in heat.
The t wat obviously works in an office as he has so much energy to burn.
I am going to take a mop with me, push it out the passenger window and have him off.
I have always wanted to have a go at jousting.