...they're out to get you. Glistening with the sheen of recent hail and rains.
Not one - but dozens, everywhere - no way of avoiding them, on the apex of a corner.
"Slide on me", they call.
Like a moth, drawn.....then "FUCK ME, where did my front wheel just go?"
Twitches galore today. Then I was bombarded by enourmous chunks of ice (ok - big hail stones). Each one stinging like fk for about half a second. Quite nice actually. I think I'm going to ask ms Biff to get out the nipple clamps tonight.
The joys of communting.
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