Saw an old knarled geezer this morning, in Kendal, riding his mobility scooter like a racing motorcycle and sidecar passenger. He was tearing down the walkway by the River Kent leaning out sideways, his ear almost scraping the ground. I thought, 'what the ****'s the daft old sod up to?'. As he sped by me at a decent rate of knots I noticed he had a flat on his offside rear tyre. The canny old git was weight- compensating and running the mother as smooth as a well greased slug sliding down a perfectly polished sluggy Cresta run stylee slug slide.
I had knowt but respect.
