Can you imagine !
Me and a bike?
Hard to take, I know, but it’s true.
Obese – no, fat! – 60-year-old buying a bike?
Never ridden a bike for about 45 years.
I, who have been a stunt double for a pot-bellied pig, and a bike?
In these times of dire financial struggles there was no “all-singing – all dancing” machine but Asda’s best.
It’s still a bike though: 18 gears, front and rear brakes!, very soft and padded saddle.
I don’t know what madness came over me.
Yes, I do!
Mrs Carr asked me to buy it for her because the box was too big to fit in her car.
Phew! That was close!