STAN CULLIMORE

Of course, we're not talking about just any old cycyling. High above and far beyond the days where you pedalled away.... I'm more of a passenger than a pedal pusher.

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GOT myself a brand new toy here at Cullimore Cottage. Most exciting. It's an electric bike. Very nice it is too. Lots of fun.

Mind you, it's not one of those new fangled posh speedy jobs you see racing round the streets nowadays. Whizzing here, there and every blooming where. Nope. Sadly, my piggybank and I couldn't quite afford one of those uptown beasties, so instead of going without, I got myself a pre-loved one, as they say. Pre-loved by a mate who bought it years ago and just hadn't got round to using it enough. So rather than have it clogging up his garage, gathering dust, we did a deal. A very generous deal on his behalf, I must say. Most kind of him. I reckon lunch is on me for the foreseeable future when we meet up. But I digress.

The point is, all of this is a pleasing coincidence because the only reason I had room for this new bike in my life was because I recently put my gorgeous red motorbike up for sale in Salisbury. Long story short, I loved my motorbike very much, but just haven't had the time to get it out and play with it enough recently. So, sadly, it had to go.