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Why is it that when you get a puncture due to a work collegue, oh so amusingly, letting some air out of your tyre (and you know this because they've made a half assed job of putting the valve cap back on) that your thoughts instantly turn to bloody sword weilding vengence?
Fortunately the crisp clear spring morning ride home enhanced the calm and a state of zen has once again returned.
Looks like being a lovely day, make the most of it (i'll be sleeping)
Posted : 27/03/2012 8:28 am