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The car went in for its annual MOT this morning and I cycled back to wait in comfort for the call return and collect it. I wanted a blip of the back of a bus, it was a specific bus that I had heard plied the number 49 route to a village a couple of miles from home so that was the route that I followed. I guess that I saw every bus on the way, but not that particular one; maybe one day . . .

When out on the Wednesday jaunts, there are two cries that create a pause in the proceedings; they are: "Puncture" and "Chain off." This bike, found locked to a lamppost while chasing the back end of a bus, is an obvious candidate for use on our cycle runs with the obvious advantage of being able  to show us the way to the coffee stop.


I’ve just posted yesterday’s, “Lazarus.”