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Wednesday, June 22, 2005 at 6:23 AM

Me and da pink ting went for a beginner's ride ( billed at 10 to 15km, but I strongly suspect they mean one-way cos it felt like much further to the city and back) organised by the local cycling club. It's a good thing that cyclists and divers have neon as a fav colour, because I saw them start off and had to give chase. About 300m and several turns later, finally managed to have a word. They were getting curious of da pink ting following behind. It was just four of us, me on the oldest bike and three retirees on nice new mountain bikes (it was monday morning).

Perhaps retirees is the wrong word to use, think ageing adventurers. These people ski, canoe, sail... in fact, they were cycling on their harder bikes today, ie smaller wheels, so requiring more energy to pedal; the good ones they keep for the over 40km rides. I managed to keep pace with the only guy present, Bill, except going uphill when he was slightly faster. His wife Lisa - who can absolutely cream me, even on her 'harder' bike - told me very casually later, oh, he's had a hip replacement. On his cycling misadventure, puck blamed his brakes, I'm pointing fingers at Bill's better gear ratio.

When Joe and I grow old, I hope we will be as fit as Bill and Lisa, but you know, without the plastic hip. I've had an excessively active day today as well, climbing in the morning, a cycle to the shops with a hill in the way, and aikido at night. Now I just want to crawl in bed and stay there.

Now that you're done laughing at me, here's something else:
top 10 pub names in the UK
1) The quiet woman, york (sign is a woman carrying her own severed head)
2) The inn next door burnt down, bedfordshire (nothing like honesty)
3) Donkey on fire, kent (would the flaming ass be a better choice?)
4) The duke without a head, kent (well, as long as the beer has none)
5) Bull and bladder, brierly hill (this one sounds disgusting)
6) The round of carrots, herefordshire (it just feel wrong, not manly enough for a bloke to stop by after work)
7) World turned upside down, london (after having a few)
8) The leg of mutton and cauliflower, surrey (pub meal?)
9) The bucket of blood, cornwall (i wonder what they do for halloween)
10) The office, sheffield (so that you can say, honey, I stayed back late at the office)

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