Evans Cycles

Mary had a bicycle, she rode it on the grass, every time the wheel went round a spoke went up her... ahem. Mary should have gone to London's largest bike shop, where not only could they have patched up her bike in their workshop so that it was slightly less amenable to crass rhyming, but she could also have taken her pick from hundreds of brand new bikes in the massive underground showroom. Maybe with a new set of wheels and a pannier sack she'd even think about getting off her grass and actually going somewhere.

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