PAUL MILES
It’s Spring! The clocks something we do every year to assist munitions workers and help them win the Crimean war, or something equally relevant. Spring has finally sprung up and down the land and sheds are being flung open after months of being ignored; it’s time to start your engines once again. Having duly wrestled with the lawnmower and given the patch its first, not-too-short, cut of the year, permission will be finally granted to begin waking up the slumbering beasts I refer to as ‘the nice bikes’.
