Laughs & Spokes
During our mid teens our friends & I engaged in daily mountain biking treks through and across The Mendips & North Somerset, Searching for the best spots for jumps & re-running the fastest, steepest downhill tracks we could get our mucky little tracks into.

After a heated school debate of Downhill vs Trials etc, We (the DH nuts) challenge Mr Bighead Trials to a saturday out to which we intended to scare the balls from his scrotum.

Leading the way we pelt down an old favourtie of ours at 30mph to suddenly notice the local tree-warden has felled an enourmous trunk across the path, root base & all.

As we rapidly pulled up and cursed the pesky jobsworth, we hear the cry of our challengee "EEASSSYYYYY!". Making no attempt to slow down the bold tosser tries to jump & clear this gert log...

Clipping some branches with his front spokes & not lifting the rear wheel more than a few millimetres skyward was his main problem.

As he tangled himself nastily in the bike midair, he landed upon the gears & was promptly taken to hospital upon our horrifed discovery of his crotch area bleeding through trousers.

Turns out the daft swede's cog area had cut through his trousers and into his perrenium, and severely grazing his manbag.

To top things off he boasted off the 'raging stonker' he got when the nurses inspected & dressed his wounds.

I think our intentions mentioned above very nearly came true

Length- almost minus 6inches.
[first post- apologies for essay]
( the dalai farmer always likes tea, but especially on, Tue 6 Nov 2007, 17:09, 2 replies)

it's catching
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( Kroney, Tue 6 Nov 2007, 18:01, closed)

Raging Stonker
Did he confess to owning a Cove Stiffee perhaps?

I know, the bike name jokes just run and run...
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Tue 6 Nov 2007, 18:16, closed)