Bikes are great. If I get on one its like I’m 14 again and cycling off for a day fishing in Sutton Courtenay even if I’m actually just commuting.
Last night my trusty single speed transported me not just back in time but also in space to a bed of nettles where I lay laughing for five minutes. I think that may have been one muscle relaxant too many. But at least my kebab was ok.
I love bikes.

For a moment there I thought you had a bike with a Flux Capacitor.

More like an Oh Fux! Decapitator…