So a lovely day dawns as forecasted, wall to wall blue skies. I broke my own rule of avoiding Rivington on nice days.
Winter Hill and Rivi were packed to bursting with people. People who turned out to be THE most ignorant set of self important twats I have ever had the misfortune to try and cycle around. Well, it may come as a bit of surprise to you but the world does not revolve around you and your own little mission to walk up a hill, sweating and nearly having a heart attack, because you cant be remotely arsed to drag your fat, wobbling puss filled excuse of a bloated body out from the living room at any other time in your sad miserable fucking existence.
Even the Bikers I met today were miserable. Thats it, Rivi at nights only from now on.