You’re going home on a Monty Ambulance

I cycled out to Montgomery today and for the entire ride there I kept signing our old High School chant: ‘you’re going home on a Monty Ambulance’. I’m pretty sure it was some kind of football chant but I’ve no idea why it’s so firmly stuck in my head.

A pub lunch and a pint would have been nice but a chicken wrap and a mars bar from the spar shop had to suffice.

50 miles in the bag but unfortunately my knees weren’t made for cycling and I could barely bend my legs this evening. I love cycling but cycling doesn’t love me.