OK (I think)
There I was, cycling through Palmer Park, Reading, on me way home from the offie. As I passed the
'velodrome', I 'eard this strange sort of motorey noise buzzin' round me 'ead, an' fought I'd
take a dekko.
Well blow me, (gor blimey guv'nor, strike a light) if I didn't see some sorta Moped fings buzzin'
roun' the track wiv bokes on bikes followin'. 'Cripes' I finks; better lay off the Special Brew
for a while.
On reflection, and being of sound mind, I'm still sure I saw this. The moped thingy riders were
actually pedalling, albeit slower than the bikers. What is happening? If you don't hear from me,
it's probably because I've been abducted by aliens. Nothing would surprise me now.
Cheers
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Keith Wootten