What have you found while riding?

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Oh had a think.
At the risk of more godly exclamations, i did on a folding bike trip up an apparent empty eu funded dead end facility realise that i had strayed into an italian gay dogging spot.
 

johnblack

Senior Member
you worked in a soft porn archive?

I fear thread drift here - friends when I was young sometimes confessed to finding theirv dad's stash in the garage.

Might have explained their fondness for car/bike fettling.
edit - am intrigued by the posting home - were you such a dodgy cove that you were routinely searched on coming home?
I worked at the County Council, their archive was in the nuclear air raid shelter, I reckon the caretaker left his stash there as it wasn't really in much use and he had keys for everything. I didn't want to walk through the building with large brown envelopes of pron and the post room was nearer the archive than my office, plus I was first home so no questions at home from my parents about suspicious packages. Worked a treat.
 

Heltor Chasca

Out-riding the Black Dog
My neighbour laying in a deep ditch "tired & emotional" after a heavy session on the calvados.
Raw. A guy I worked with did this but broke a rib in the process. The village was snowed in but he still decided to drive himself to A&E inebriated. He misdiagnosed himself as having a heart attack rather than a bust rib according to his wife. He crashed on a perfectly straight road and died soon after.
 
Location
London
I worked at the County Council, their archive was in the nuclear air raid shelter, I reckon the caretaker left his stash there as it wasn't really in much use and he had keys for everything. I didn't want to walk through the building with large brown envelopes of pron and the post room was nearer the archive than my office, plus I was first home so no questions at home from my parents about suspicious packages. Worked a treat.
thanks for the interesting insight into armageddon planning
 

nonowt

Senior Member
Location
London
Stopping to put on my arm warmers on my Sunday ride, I spotted this curious jar by a farmer's gate. The message inside reads "Someone please p**s in here I'm thirsty. Thanks."
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I didn't oblige.
 
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Location
London
Oh hang on.
On a guided london bike ride one bright sunday afternoon we all apparently passed some naked woman being photographed near the thames. May have been more going on - innocent me never saw it but everyone else seemed to. Later discovered that was a dogging sPot, though at night of course.
I see a grubby theme here and can't help wondering if this is why some cyclists favour insanely bright torch beams.
 
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