another cycling forum
=> acf 1.0 => Post of the Day => Topic started by: librarian on October 23, 2007
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I started cycling to work after falling asleep on the number 8 Nightbus.
Woke up on the top deck, curled up, and went down the stairs into a huge garage full of mechanics whistling. I walked out, blinking in the sunshine and went into a cafe and said "Egg, sausage, bacon, toast and tea and where am I please?" Romford, 14 miles out of London. That's why I'm opposed to Eurostar, the risks are just too great.