The rather odd words are Ian's. Drink was probably involved. A more readable translation/description is provided.
no jimithy so al av a go. dunks nee sore so we desided not to go to far an be gentil on the bairn.
(No Jim this week, so Ian's done the blog. Duncan was having trouble with his knee, so the plan was to take it easy and do a shorter ride)
cris demonstratein how much handlebar he is gonna chop off befor we start
(A nice shot of Chris' handlebars. They're probably very swanky handlebars, can't think of a reason why you'd take a picture of them otherwise. Probably classed as bike porn by those who know about this sort of thing)
gon to miles time for first sarni stop
(After about a couple of miles, just where the Bowes Railway route crosses under the road at Birtley. Clearly feeling a bit peckish already. It was lunchtime)
2miles an firtyyardsin an cris makein like a hamster
(We haven't moved at all in fact, and the sandwich had to be eaten before continuing)
the view from our cakestop
(Looking down Kibblesworth Bank towards Lamesley. The Black Horse is probably somewhere in those distant rooftops)
cris being kind to dunk by makein shure that the road is clear to cross cos dunk worries so
(One thing you learn when cycling with Ian, is to not follow him across roads.)
nother blinkin puncher dunk bein helpful an holdin me wheel al not mention havin to borrow his pump cos the end of mine fill off
(Ian's indestructible puncture-proof tyres prove not to be. Again. Glass was the culprit, but in fact knackered old tyres with tread hanging off was probably more responsible. And he lost the end off his bike pump somewhere on the way up the bank. We didn't go back for it)
aforsed pump in use by an extremly good lookin bloke
(And they say the camera puts 10lbs on you)
four miles in and time for a break cris asbrung the carrot cake though the shakein up in is saddlebag hasent dun it a lot of good in the looks department we all tried it and it still tasted ok
(While the puncture was repaired, Chris whipped out his rather sorry looking carrot cake. Note the size of the plate. The saddlebag was a lot smaller than that, so perhaps it explains the state of the cake. Tasted ok though.)
av gon arty the sign ses where we are as dunk charges round the corner makein the other bisicalists stand back in fright we ill av him cycling on pavements soon
(Ian and Chris are speed merchants at the best of times, and it was them in fact who had forced the old guy off his bike)
sooner than you fink photagrafic evidense of our bad inflewense dunk crossin the road wif the red lights clearly showin
(As mentioned before, never cross the road with Ian. This was perfectly safe as he was taking the photo and therefore nowhere near the road)
criss demonstratein one of the ways cyclists get nut rub it can take ours but can be very worthwile
(Chris showing off for an old lady standing just to the left. Luckily Ian didn't try this, as it might have been too much for her)
what a goodlookin pair nuf sed
(Especially the one on the left)
criss remembers he hasent eatin for an our an settin off for more food an there is the dunston rocket in the backround but it dosent move as fast as us wen wer hedin for beer
(Heading into Bandit Country. Have you seen the film Deliverance?)
So there you are, a light 14 miles jaunt on a Friday afternoon, and everyone back at a sensible hour for a change.
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