Ride ride ride, nothing worse than use it or loose it, just lost my Big Brother to cancer which I put down to his stubbornness to not doing physio after a knee/carpel tunnel operations, stubborn twat
“Death starts in the legs” don’t know who first said it, but after a lifetime of military/fitness/representative sport/Sport Billy give me any challenge; I had a recent very near terminal health scare I’m on a mission to cycle Alpe d'Huez next year when I’m 65, lost 2 stone already, feel a million dollars, currently in Portugal looking at all the fat fucks around the pool half my age and seriously have never felt better, I could eat a Mastodon for breakfast; go for it
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