I thought I had been blessed with the best mates in the world. Funny, wise, helpful and generally rounded individuals, who I was proud to call riding buddies and friends.
Well last night they showed thier true colours. Whilst I am crocked and unable to ride, they not only decide on going out on a wonderful night ride, they decide to visit a few pubs, culminating with a sesh at the Hallowed Hostilery. Not only did they do this, but they spent all fucking night sending me pics of them having such a great time.
Outside the Bobs Smithy
COMPLETE SET OF KNOB JOCKEYING BASTARDS!