53 mph, chuffin eck! I've been looking for an approriately wind in the hair, panic stricken smiley but can't find one.
It's not a bike I shouldn't have got rid of, because it was nothing special - but I should never have let it go in the stupid way that I did. I had a Raleigh Medale in the awful dark brown / metallic beige colour scheme, with a knackered front mech that annoyed me but that I was too lazy to learn how to fix. I took it to university. My short arsed mate asked if he could borrow it to ride to the pub where he worked, about a mile away. I said yes. He walked home without it, having left it secured to the lamppost outside the pub with a piece of binder twine, or perhaps a blob of chewing gum. I should have told him to bugger off and collect it the next day, or gone and got it myself. But of course I didn't and it went walkies.
It was a 23 inch frame and sometimes, I try and work out how my mate's short pins managed to stir the beast into motion...
It's not a bike I shouldn't have got rid of, because it was nothing special - but I should never have let it go in the stupid way that I did. I had a Raleigh Medale in the awful dark brown / metallic beige colour scheme, with a knackered front mech that annoyed me but that I was too lazy to learn how to fix. I took it to university. My short arsed mate asked if he could borrow it to ride to the pub where he worked, about a mile away. I said yes. He walked home without it, having left it secured to the lamppost outside the pub with a piece of binder twine, or perhaps a blob of chewing gum. I should have told him to bugger off and collect it the next day, or gone and got it myself. But of course I didn't and it went walkies.
It was a 23 inch frame and sometimes, I try and work out how my mate's short pins managed to stir the beast into motion...
