Where’s Barney?
Some people will know why I haven’t posted on here in a while, and others won’t have a clue. So here’s the story (Sorry. No pictures, Ash). A few weeks ago I was going down a very steep hill on my mountain bike, which was going very well until one of the brake cables snapped. Unfortunately, the other brake wasn’t strong enough to slow me down. It was rush hour at the time, and the hill I was heading down leads onto a busy main road. The last thing I remember thinking was “****. I need to come off now.” So, I did.















