Er, could you tell me like I’m a five year old, what a 650b is please?
*sits Diane down for a story with milk and a biscuit before bedtime*
once upon a time there was a little wheel, he got fed up of getting stuck in ruts and rooty bits.
One sunny day he found a giant wheel rumbling along over all the things he hated and thought “if only I could be like him”
his mummy and daddy and all the other little wheels laughed and said that he was perfect just the way he was and no-one would want to play with him if he was big and slow and ugly.
deep inside, the little wheel knew that there had to be another way, so he took a big deep breath and held it in…..and he grew
and grew
until he was bigger than all the other little wheels,
but not as big as the giant rumbly grumbly ones.
the end
*nighty night*