I have reached 469. There is a 469 on a red van in a street more or less on my way to work, so this morning I rode that way and saw it just pulling away about a hundred yards ahead of me. I upped my pace, hoping that if it got stuck at the junction I would be able to catch it. It did hesitate briefly, but just as I was getting close enough to see the number plate it turned the corner. I got up out of the saddle, determined that having got this close I would not let my 469 elude me. I rounded the corner and saw that it was stuck behind a bus! Aha! One... final... sprint... and it was in range!
It was a different red van.
This is no game for a man of 40. What am I talking about, this is not even a game for a man with an IQ of 40.
In other news, I had one of those fake bank e-mails yesterday. They'd gone to a lot of trouble to get the graphics right but, sadly, it didn't take a genius to work out that it might not be genuine:
But if it gives you some sort of perverse pleasure, then why not? I've certainly enjoyed reading about it. And no, it hasn't taken me until now to read it, just to comment.
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2008-03-07 @ 14:37