Take to one’s wheels
Jun 11, 2020
4 minutes
MANY moons ago, my Uncle Alun was held up down a narrow lane by a lumbering herd of dairy cows. As he waited, instead of heaving and sloshing their udders around his Triumph Spitfire, the cows took a short cut and trampled over the bonnet. I was thinking about this while stuck behind some cyclists down a lane the other day and trying to decide which would make me more irate. I decided I’d rather take the milkers
I like to think of myself as a fairly calm person. I don’t get road rage. I never honk my horn. I don’t
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