The photograph shows what can happen when grown men are allowed out to play unsupervised. By day, upstanding pillars of the local community: sober, hardworking, diligent. But on Wednesday evenings….
Quite what the fascination is of getting covered in mud and having unmentionable parts of your anatomy rubbed raw I’m not sure, but the group that sets off from One 17’s car park midweek after work, generally comes back with a collective grin on its face.
For me, cycling is a utilitarian activity that I was required to perform every day as a schoolboy. My trusty Raleigh with its three Sturmey Archer gears was all that stood between me and a three mile walk to and from school. And I’m glad to say those days are long behind me.
But for these chaps, risking life and limb on the off-road tracks around the office is a weekly fix they seem reluctant to pass up. Good job we have showers in the office…
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