Call me a cunt if you want to, I won't hold it against you, but for me it's got to be me home town when I was a kid, there was two things I loved doing in the summer holidays, playing 40 a side football down the park and riding me bike.
Sometimes I'd ride with some mates, sometimes on me own, I used to go all over the place on that shitty red BSO me mum bought from the catalogue, looking back it was sort of a gravel bike, basically a racer shaped object with wheels that were both too small and too wide, but it was fun as fuck and I fucking loved it because back then I was still innocent and wasn't infected by the consoomer virus yet.
some of me happiest memories involve me and a couple of mates burning around the streets on a sunday, back then sundays were actually sundays as in 95% of shops and businesses were closed, roads were realtively quiet and kids could burn around the back streets without fear of cars, pakis or coons to ruin the fun. I especially loved the cobbled alleyways, miles of them, you could practically cross the town through alleyways and each one was an adventure, little ramps and bumps made the riding fun as fuck.
