a man hanging out of a white flat bed ford,
“ere mate, where the f*** is your fork”, he’d never seen a lefty before and was suitably impressed, asking is it difficult to get your balance. :0)
at the weekend, as i turned off the road onto saddleworth moor proper, a group of chinese cyclists who had stopped for a rest asked,
“where are your mates, you cant be riding up their on your own”
my brain had a minute delay, as my response should have been
‘dont worry lads ive got an air ambulance as backup’