Dodgy brakes break bikes.....
After the Romans came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
A Wrinkly English Rocker rode the rolling English road
On a Matchless (with its dodgy brakes) he roared around the shire,
Then after him, a traffic cop; Poor Spriddler’s in the mire!
A merry road, a mazy road, “I’ll lose him!”, Spriddler said,
The night he bent his P & J not far from Beachy Head.
Apologies to G.K. Chesterton.