Can’t wait to clean the road with your sorry ass and your silly, boingy springy bike!
Your mother is a hamster, and your father smells of elderberries!
Hope you bring your A-game, bunnyboy.
Can’t wait to see Trixie and Trigger, and I hope Brer makes the post-ride team and Mc Vities.
My A-game is on, retro-boy.
Can’t wait to drop you and your Hetchins on the first hill. The fire roads I will take you through will beat your scrawny ass.
Trix sends her love, but no Mc Vities. But mumsie sent some Asda digestives, and they are almost as good (especially when I can’t readilly find Mc Vities). Brer may still be asleep when we get back.
My Hetchins is pretty comfy on the “fire roads” you go on. I am bringing the Corsa. All 22 lbs of her will help my superior classic engine whoop you up pretty good. You will be beaten in time for your birthday, old man.
You will be so defeated that Trigger will thump at me every minute I am in the house. Okay, he does it until I give him a treat. I wish I could get the love from my old lady that Trix gives to me.
Asda biscuits will do. I guess you will have to make tea. You make it better than some Brits I know.
Funny- our buddy huret is conspicuously silent since I wiped the road with my “silly springy boingy bike”.
Wassup Gino- ain’t man enough to admit your out-of-shape ass got whooped by a gimpy guy on a springy boingy bike?
I did blast through one chuckhole that broke a spoke. But you slowed down and got yer ass creamed!!!
You did not tell the part that I was feeling bad. There will be next time, bunnyboy.
Asda digestives are almost as good as Mc Vitie’s.
Trix has a crush on me.
My daughter is not dating, you sick little boy. She does seem to like you.
Don’t make excuses, retro boy. Thanks to you, I will be trash by the time I meet up with a great TT’er on Tuesday.