Strange Fruit

A very gentlemanly and relaxed pootle on the bikes with steveo. Up the woods it was like everything is just waiting for the word before it bursts forth into spring ("On your marks... Get set...").

My lateral thinking thought it would be nice if bikes grew on trees, so anyone that wanted one could just pluck one off and ride it away, so much better than that bike to work bullshit scheme. If only momma nature was that inventive :)