Not often, but occasionally, some friends and I take our bikes and find somewhere to ride, laugh and share something. We’re all quite different – not hugely so, but noticeably.
Politics is rarely discussed, not because we fear being on different teams but because it highlights our different circumstances and experiences.
But we laugh a lot. And ride.
It’s been an exceptional three days in the Shropshire hills with thrills, spills (four from me), and belly laughs.
Friends are never perfect but they’re friends.
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