There are no Cadillacs in Bradford
Aug. 12th, 2007 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezI've not been doing anything like enough miles for the last month or so and it's been driving me quietly crackers and confusing my metabolism. Thus off down the cycle-path and back to burn off the night before. (space-meat, odd beer, much hilarity. Very fine.)
Bitton railway was over-run by bus-spotters. Shoving and jostling for good picture-taking position and the queue for a ride round the block in a sixties Cheltenham and district National Express coach. However, I have scruffy combats and an entirely accidental air of menace, so they leave me alone. Then the zing and pop and smell of a mob of two-strokes arrives from the bottom of the car-park. Crikey - it's the Mods. Is it going to kick off? A pitched battle for control of the tea-tent? Bike chains and wrenched-off aerials vs leather-strapped ticket machines swung with the deadly accuracy of a survivor of the school run?
Unfortunately not.
Bitton railway was over-run by bus-spotters. Shoving and jostling for good picture-taking position and the queue for a ride round the block in a sixties Cheltenham and district National Express coach. However, I have scruffy combats and an entirely accidental air of menace, so they leave me alone. Then the zing and pop and smell of a mob of two-strokes arrives from the bottom of the car-park. Crikey - it's the Mods. Is it going to kick off? A pitched battle for control of the tea-tent? Bike chains and wrenched-off aerials vs leather-strapped ticket machines swung with the deadly accuracy of a survivor of the school run?
Unfortunately not.
