Boycey
juvenile rave slut
alley cat races aren't what they used to be. first one i did was on halloween night on a pentagram course based on "from hell", checkpoints had mummies with riddles, masonic initiation ceremonies, vampires- at the penultimate checkpoint you had to wrestle a large drunk near-naked man to get your bike back. 
can't even remember the prizes.
these days it's all condor frames and fakengers turning up to "prove" themselves. londonfgss has a lot to answer for, it used to be just between a bunch of mates having a laugh on a friday night.

can't even remember the prizes.
these days it's all condor frames and fakengers turning up to "prove" themselves. londonfgss has a lot to answer for, it used to be just between a bunch of mates having a laugh on a friday night.
to remember a time when, if the 'green man' was showing, pedestrians could cross the road without checking in either direction for cyclists coming through. No longer!
