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Right so a big herd of mixed riders turned up for Richard Ls road spin, for the past 2 weeks its just been me, Damo and him mainly because of the sh*t weather. For whatever reason everybody and his mate turned up tonight and off we went..we went at exactly the same pace as last week and the week before except instead of me up the front chatting to Damo or Rchard I was up the front chatting to John Doris..somehow this caused a rupture in the space/time continuum and we dropped most of the club going up the hill from Kilternan and Richard scolded us severely..which was weird because I wasn't actually pedalling at the time and Doris was standing up on the pedals.
Anyhow, we got to Windgates and I had to have a wee..so i burst on ahead and stopped and as usual I couldn't find my *****, which had now become a weenis inside my tights..as Doris shouted at me as he zipped past me as i fumbled in somebodys driveway for the weenis..Richard rumbled by with the peloton in tow urging them to go as fast as they could to put as much distance as they could between me and them.
So I stuffed the weenis into my tights and off I went..
I caught them a few minutes later at the bottom of the hill and off we went again..through Greystones and in to Delgany when somebody went piffftsshhhh..so I assumed EPIC road rules applied and kept going, however it wasn't until I reached the black hole of the Glen of the downs that I realised that there was only me and Damo and two people who claimed to be members but I couldn't remember the last time I saw them on a mountainbike. So we waited for a few minutes twiddling along the black hole and it was getting chilly so we kept going..
we were hoofing along chatting away towing the two faux members when a train of about 8 boys came from the right at a speed that wouldn't be out of place in the Killing Fields of the Tour De Dope.
Off we went and reached the hill up to Maddocks and dropped Andy but Damo was feeling very warm and fuzzy and convinced me to slow up for him. So off we went and for some bizarre reason Andy and Rob decided to head up towards Kilternan and left us at Flans Estate..
We kept along and I realised my rear wheel was soft, so I stopped put some air in and kept going, then we stopped on the N11 to watch Robin and Evan and a cast of 5 or 6 perform the dance of the sugar plum fairies..in the park in Cherrywood..
then as if by miracle , Smithers appeared out of nowhere so the 3 of us had a hug and off we went , i peeled off at Johnstown road and the two boys headed home .
Right so a big herd of mixed riders turned up for Richard Ls road spin, for the past 2 weeks its just been me, Damo and him mainly because of the sh*t weather. For whatever reason everybody and his mate turned up tonight and off we went..we went at exactly the same pace as last week and the week before except instead of me up the front chatting to Damo or Rchard I was up the front chatting to John Doris..somehow this caused a rupture in the space/time continuum and we dropped most of the club going up the hill from Kilternan and Richard scolded us severely..which was weird because I wasn't actually pedalling at the time and Doris was standing up on the pedals.
Anyhow, we got to Windgates and I had to have a wee..so i burst on ahead and stopped and as usual I couldn't find my *****, which had now become a weenis inside my tights..as Doris shouted at me as he zipped past me as i fumbled in somebodys driveway for the weenis..Richard rumbled by with the peloton in tow urging them to go as fast as they could to put as much distance as they could between me and them.
So I stuffed the weenis into my tights and off I went..
I caught them a few minutes later at the bottom of the hill and off we went again..through Greystones and in to Delgany when somebody went piffftsshhhh..so I assumed EPIC road rules applied and kept going, however it wasn't until I reached the black hole of the Glen of the downs that I realised that there was only me and Damo and two people who claimed to be members but I couldn't remember the last time I saw them on a mountainbike. So we waited for a few minutes twiddling along the black hole and it was getting chilly so we kept going..
we were hoofing along chatting away towing the two faux members when a train of about 8 boys came from the right at a speed that wouldn't be out of place in the Killing Fields of the Tour De Dope.
Off we went and reached the hill up to Maddocks and dropped Andy but Damo was feeling very warm and fuzzy and convinced me to slow up for him. So off we went and for some bizarre reason Andy and Rob decided to head up towards Kilternan and left us at Flans Estate..
We kept along and I realised my rear wheel was soft, so I stopped put some air in and kept going, then we stopped on the N11 to watch Robin and Evan and a cast of 5 or 6 perform the dance of the sugar plum fairies..in the park in Cherrywood..
then as if by miracle , Smithers appeared out of nowhere so the 3 of us had a hug and off we went , i peeled off at Johnstown road and the two boys headed home .
