Since I started contributing to the forum on BIKEmagic, I’ve been
overwhelmed by the spontaneous love, affection and virtual stroking
lavished on me by my fellow mountain bikers. Okay, I’ve scratched a
few of yer, but I’m a cat, right, and that’s the score with us
moggies.
But now it’s almost the time of year when Brian’s beard starts
turning white and in the interests of feline superiority and in the
spirit of showing you all just how dumb humans really are, I’m going
to share my moggy mountain biking secrets with the lot of ya. But
before I begin, i f you remember one thing, make it this:
not for life.’
We’re impulsive little blighters and might not be around for the
next one, so take a leaf from Brian’s beard and sieze this
opportunity to spoil your cat rotten this Christmas. Buy him or her a
mountain bike all of its own. Your cat’s happiness will be your
reward, that and an endless supply of Ferrero Rodent left at the
kitchen door and perhaps the odd bite of a much treasured
sardine.
But without fuerther ado, here are my Festive Mountain Biking
Tips:
The most effective way of locating in SPD |
Kitty build quality is unsurpassed. |
The use of a mountain bike enables urban |
Don’t chase the tinsel brothers, it |
Finally, I have a dream – one day each |
And with those thoughts I leave you to enjoy your sad little cans
of manfood with brandy butter. See you in the New Year.
With feline love
Brian Blessed’s Cat
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