Year 1 has finished and 6 glorious weeks of tropical temperatures and burning solar radiation are upon us, we hope. OK, so it's not the 104 days of mental rusting as enjoyed by Phineas and Ferb, but still. Jof has booked us a holiday abroad (to the Island of Greater Vectis) and I have my new bike. I don't even want to think about being a Year 2 in September, I might have to be a prefect and everything.
Bud advised me to have a few random circuits round swingpark to get the feel of the new machine and this was sensible. And OMFG. I am now Captain Fast, a fleeting vision in yellow, a high-energy neutron in the bubble chamber of life. He couldn't keep up for long. The big thick tyres absorb all road bumps leaving my bottom comfortable upon the saddle. The brakes work. I'm higher up. Everything's great. The world is my chocolate cupboard.
Bud advised me to have a few random circuits round swingpark to get the feel of the new machine and this was sensible. And OMFG. I am now Captain Fast, a fleeting vision in yellow, a high-energy neutron in the bubble chamber of life. He couldn't keep up for long. The big thick tyres absorb all road bumps leaving my bottom comfortable upon the saddle. The brakes work. I'm higher up. Everything's great. The world is my chocolate cupboard.
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