As quiet as a mouse, the stealthy two set forth upon the fair sabbath, barely making a sound we ventured forth on lanes barely travelled, and not a soul did we see. Stopping only where we would not be observed, our motorised activities only ceased when the reserve valve had to be actuated upon a thirsty steed. upon which and after 4 hours stealthy riding we headed homewards with no one any the wiser to our travels.
