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Banter from the Badlands
I was riding my bike home yesterday after doing a bit of shopping, when I can across a peculiar sight.
It was about 9:30 pm on a beautifully sunny Friday afternoon.
I had just carried my bike up a flight of stairs that lead up to my house when I saw a fellow rider ahead of me, A small round looking man with a hefty looking rucksack on. He too had made it up the stairs with his bike and was sitting on it ready to ride.
But then it looked like he was having some trouble. He wobbled a bit, then a bit more and then with an all mighty crash fell head first into the undergrowth along the side of the path.
Now, like any good citizen would, I walked up and offered some assistance to which he replied.
“It’s O.K my good fellow, I don’t require any assistance, I am quite alright”
looking at him sitting there with his mangled bike between his legs and the unmistakeable rosy tint to his cheeks it was obvious.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t quite figured out how to ride home drunk yet. HA HA HA HA”
So i left him in the bushes chuckling away to himself. Only in Winchester…
(This isn’t the fella, but he was like this)
