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Arrogant Bastard, gets his jollies from inciting trouble and then penciling a diatribe arse-about where the good guys lose and the also-rans get credited with the PBs and KOMs.
At Muggs’ functions has been given the restaurant bill to apportion out ‘cause he reputedly moves around big bucks in his day job as a Bank Teller. Alas, evidencing PJ calculating everyone’s cop, suggest it would take him an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes.
The Bier Meister spruiks about his Old/Stout combo, Miners Mortar, as though it was Mother's Milk, Alas, Scribe drinks all the evidence.
Doesn't have a circle of mentors, and often looks like a chap upon whose toe an elephant has recently trodden and about as sentimental as a razor blade.
An insouciant manner without frills or furbells, Bank Teller ain't got a twin cam overdrive under the bonnet, and is content to trundle along at the rear of the field and shepherd the tail. Given his military medium cadence, "It's hard to believe that he once beat a million other sperm to the egg."
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As prickly as a cactus and as cutting as a razor blade. And with a bit of Rottweiler coming to the fore when colleagues fail to take up the cudgels for change, is unlikely to -
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see out his final years as a United Nations peacekeeper; or
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receive appointment to the diplomatic Corp.
Scribe got lucky on a ride to Windsor. He was just about to take a team pic in Historic Thompson's Square, when he noticed a young lady who'd brighten any drab cycling photo. Scribe enquired, "Can we borrow your body for our pic?" Voila! One "Lucky Phil" 'cause the young lass accommodated, but slipped away before Scribe could propose to her.
Circa Oct '04
thru the Lowlands, Nth Richmond amidst wholesome, well fertilised serenity, it
recharged the therapy gauge.
"Tour de Lowlands, Nth Richmond
Freemans Reach'' - 81km,
albeit flattish, will be featured on a Muggs' Sunday Ride soon, 'cause it is
bonza, beaut, bottler ride, offering a marvellous, remedial distraction
from the stuff most of us contend with M to F.
Bank Teller 'n Widget at Spencer Racing the Sag Wagon on 3rd annual Tour de Wiseman's Ferry
Richard, Bank Teller, Ned 'n Malvern Star circa 2005
1st pics - Scribe's Nevada secret training camp holiday - Donner Lake Nevada triathlon - 2003
2nd pics - Scribe kayaking Lake Tahoe
3rd pics - Scribe's Death Ride KOMs
4th pics - Other mates in Tahoe
5th pics - Bordeaux to Barcelona crossing the Pyrénées, Sept 2001
7th pics - Hiking in Yosemite Park, California Aug '05
8th pics - Driving from Yosemite to back Lake Tahoe
9th pics - A day in San Francisco
10th pics - Litespeed titanium to ride on visits to Lake Tahoe
11th pics - Cycling as Pilot with Sean as the Stoker
12th pics - Phil organises 4 relay teams to swim 11km from Harbour Bridge to Manly Wharf
13th pics - 2007 San Francisco "12km Bay to Breakers"
14th pics - 2007 Indian Valley Century Ride
15th pics - A day at the baseball in San Francisco with old friends from Sacramento
Stretching a hamstring at Windsor
Carbo loading on a monster burger at Kulnura circa 3rd 'Linger 'n Die'
Matt aka The Printer, in the
red jersey,
didn't like tomatoes, but downed the Black Disprin.
Climbing Mt Wellington, Hobart 1,337m above sea level circa Feb '05 with Peter from Austria who rode a seriously heavier treadley
Coledale Cafe and Wollongong Harbour - Jan 2006
Audley Weir, circa News Year's day 2007
Laurence 'n Bank Teller on Palm Beach Wharf awaiting ferry to Patonga - circa Jan '07
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Scribe, Pelvis 'n Pete's mate, Bruce met Breakfast Show Announcer, and Bicycle Buff, Adam Spencer, at the 702 Breakfast on Ride 2 Work Day - circa Oct '07. As Adam autographed Pete's 702 Red T-shirt, Scribe mentioned that he had spoken to Adam on-air earlier that morn' at 5:40am, when Adam had asked listeners who were cycling to 'phone ahead. Adam retorted, "At that time, anyone can get straight thru." |
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