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- Jonny
- adoubletap
- fred
- wools
- willski
- furious tiles
- MrSmyth
- Sainsburys Ed
- Soul
- Dammit
- Fenella (possibly)
- tika
- teenslain (fuck it! If the move goes smoothly and I'm allowed out afterwards)
- dommyracer
- wibble
- andyp (I'll bore you with minutae from the route having ridden it the Monday before!)
- Object
- hoops
- Holmes81(need to check what else is planned, should be ok)
- Dov
- Leanne
- Aroogah
- Hovis Brown
- illy
- Hillbilly
- BDW [I shall be saying 'leakygas' at every opportune moment]
- Sam (the missus won't like it, but tough shit)
- horatio
- BMMF+2 (maybe)
- mashton (+1)
- fluff
- brett
- texas
- Rauri (possibly +1).
- Steve P [BDW's mate]
- Hippy
- FatboyRalph
- Markyboy - well it's local, innit like, sarf lahhndannnn
- VeeVee
- Jaygee
- gav
- Gustav
- ehren_fried_chicken
- BlueQuinn
- Darwenian
- Jonny
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Has anyone any thoughts about or experience of doing a sprint triathlon on a fixed set up?
I am doing my first one Sept 18th and dont want to and cant afford to buy a flash geared road bikethe bike part is 20 k and winning times are around 32 to 36 minutes. mostly flat..
i run a 42-15 which is 73.9 inches i think.
Viable? too spinny for the 5k run after??
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my bad. yes on bb. bike had no stickers or nuffin on it and last night i stripped paint off to find just this number. it is a fixie convertion but has braze ons for gears/ pump etc loads of dents too. steel frame. all tigged and some brazed on bits. drop outs facing front wheel....
post pic later
ta all
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In the Cage. Genesis. The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.
Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquid turn sour within
Turn fast - turn sour
Turn sweat - turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'm not here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong compression,
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave.
Get me out of this cave! <--------
If I keep my self-control,
I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood belief
Brings a moment's relief,
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns.
My spirit just never learns.
Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight.
Lips are dry, throat is dry.
Feel like burning, stomach churning,
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room.
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage!
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
Outside the cage I see my Brother John,
He turns his head so slowly round.
I cry out Help! before he can be gone,
And he looks at me without a sound.
And I shout out 'John please help me!'
But he does not even want to try to speak.
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,
And I watch him turn away and leave the cage.
My little runaway.
(Raindrops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my...)
In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still. Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned straight-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street,
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks.
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
Outside John disappears, my cage dissolves,
without any reason my body revolves.
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*Keep on turning,
Keep on turning,
Turning around,
spinning around.
(round, round, round, round...)***