On a chilly December morn, On a blistering afternoon in July. As the grumbling call of second breakfast thunders in the pits of our stomachs... We ride. Up and down we go. Back and forth. Inside and out. The waft of delicious smelling market bacon sandwiches, the scent of up and coming coffee houses, they have no effect on us.
We are the keepers of the second fastest time on Chatsworth mount. The KOM Mr. Charlie Scott has been formally invited to join... and we're pretty sure he's gonna get back to us any bloody second now.