Tour de France

"Lynsey Doyle" wrote in message
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Early days yet of course but therer are three UK riders in the first
seven at thz moment. That's quite an exploit as serious cycling has
never really been a British thing, notwithstanding Thomson et al. Good
luck to them, it'd certainly **** the French off if one of them won.
Very unlikely of course (they're pretty hopeless in the mountains; where
are you going to practice in the UK where 'mountains' are pimples
compared with those on the continent?) but who knows in the years to
come given the progress that has been made in the last few years.

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The Tour de France appears to be synchronised with the mass emergence onto
local highways and byways of Cyclus Recklessus - a thoroughly malign
species, sporting vibrant colours and idiotic pixie helmets, that peddles
furiously en-masse along country lanes, secure in the knowledge that they
own the roads they infest and thus have no need to take any care whatsoever.

Cyclus Recklessus displays two main characteristics - a sneering contempt
for car drivers, and a determination to move in packs that straddle almost
the entire width of the carriageway. Propelled furiously along by a
combination of muscle power and a sense of superiority, the packs hurtle
past, leaving dust and acrid sweat in their sanctimonious wake.

On Jul 7, 7:04*am, "The gods have made us mad"
wrote:

that peddles
furiously en-masse along country lanes, secure in the knowledge that they
own the roads they infest and thus have no need to take any care whatsoever.

Peddles?
What are they peddling?
Clothes pegs?

--
Simon Mason

"Simon Mason" wrote in message
...

On Jul 7, 7:04 am, "The gods have made us mad"
wrote:

that peddles
furiously en-masse along country lanes, secure in the knowledge that they
own the roads they infest and thus have no need to take any care
whatsoever.

Peddles?
What are they peddling?
Clothes pegs?




Their sanctimonious 'green' agenda - and *how* they pedal it!

Not that their worthiness seems to make them happy. One has only to study
the faces of these harlequinned tits - grim determination, eyes hidden
behind mirrored sunglasses and deformed leg muscles bursting with scowling
energy, to realise that being an apostle of the environment isn't really
much fun.

Best not to knock them off their bicycles, though, or they become even
angrier.

On Jul 7, 1:03*pm, "The gods have made us mad"
wrote:
"Simon Mason" *wrote in message

...

On Jul 7, 7:04 am, "The gods have made us mad"

wrote:

that peddles

furiously en-masse along country lanes, secure in the knowledge that they
own the roads they infest and thus have no need to take any care
whatsoever.

Peddles?
What are they peddling?
Clothes pegs?

Their sanctimonious 'green' agenda - and *how* they pedal it!

Not that their worthiness seems to make them happy. * One has only to study
the faces of these harlequinned tits - grim determination, eyes hidden
behind mirrored sunglasses and deformed leg muscles bursting with scowling
energy, to realise that being an apostle of the environment isn't really
much fun.

Best not to knock them off their bicycles, though, or they become even
angrier.

Their? Them? They?

They are not a separate species, but motorists, bus drivers, fork lift
operators, doctors, lawyers, bricklayers, carpenters, sons, mothers,
fathers etc doing what cyclists have done for many years before the
car was invented, namely enjoying the countryside. Much like horse
riders, ramblers and the like - live and let live.

--
Simon Mason

On Jul 7, 1:38*pm, abelard wrote:
On Thu, 7 Jul 2011 05:27:48 -0700 (PDT), Simon Mason



wrote:
On Jul 7, 1:03*pm, "The gods have made us mad"
wrote:
"Simon Mason" *wrote in message

....

On Jul 7, 7:04 am, "The gods have made us mad"

wrote:

that peddles

furiously en-masse along country lanes, secure in the knowledge that they
own the roads they infest and thus have no need to take any care
whatsoever.

Peddles?
What are they peddling?
Clothes pegs?

Their sanctimonious 'green' agenda - and *how* they pedal it!

Not that their worthiness seems to make them happy. * One has only to study
the faces of these harlequinned tits - grim determination, eyes hidden
behind mirrored sunglasses and deformed leg muscles bursting with scowling
energy, to realise that being an apostle of the environment isn't really
much fun.

Best not to knock them off their bicycles, though, or they become even
angrier.

Their? Them? They?

They are not a separate species, but motorists, bus drivers, fork lift
operators, doctors, lawyers, bricklayers, carpenters, sons, mothers,
fathers etc doing what cyclists have done for many years before the
car was invented, namely enjoying the countryside. Much like horse
riders, ramblers and the like - live and let live.

the one who the gods made mad has a field-marshal's baton
* * in his nikkers...
when he is fuhrer you'll really have to sit up and take notice...

I thought that was you ;-)

F*UD