Hello you old feckers.
It’s an audacious over exaggeration for Lambchop to suggest that I am contemplating dragging my obese carcass out on a bike. It’s all part of his cunning brain washing.
I would literally die on a bike if I tried it at the moment. I get out of breath climbing stairs and have a huge amount of weight to lose before I’d be safe to ride. I was never svelte in the good old days but I’ve blown that in the last five.
Lambchop is looking bearded but good. I struggle to picture him riding without me. It’s like man-rape without Rohypnol and KY
He has a new amigo now.
I have a couple of bikes in shed. One is a SS hilariously.
Id love to get fitter and pootle around with old chums.
Walt… PM me to swap eMaill addies.
**** !!