Ladies and Gents: It's a Cruel Summer?

"Hot summer streets

And the pavements are burning

I sit around

Trying to smile but

The air is heavy and dry

Strange voices are saying

(What did they say?)

Things I can't understand

It's too close for comfort

This heat has got

Right out of hand

It's a cruel, cruel, cruel summer..." (Bananarama)

What was there to do, the Thirsty Thursday's came along first, and a check back along the road did not reveal any Ladies and Gents. So what was there to do but jump in the first group to come along and go for a ride.

Summer's draw down like the evening sky. Lights pop on, flashing on the bike we follow, on the bikes we lead. Roady's electric yellow a flash of color we pass by, where the road narrows and the midnight blue sky descends in sheets.