The Boys

"If you don't behave I'll send The Boys round to see you"; such is my none too idle threat when a certain antipodean coach winds me up that little bit too much. Of course, I don't send them as I know The Boys have more than enough to do every day here at the Velodrome. Like getting the bikes out for the next lot of lovelies who terrorise the coaches every day.
This week, what with the place overrun with fit and fast riders from around the world and not a schoolchild in sight awaiting to take the spokes out on yet another hire bike, The Boys are doing all the humping, arranging, hanging of flags and what have you to make to place look just dandy on Friday when the meeting opens.
Under the directorship of our amiable Paul Hardy [see previous post], Messers Simon & Damien get to work driving the fork lift hither and thither, turning in such as way as to shed light in just the right way on their carefully honed bodies. Or should I say 'body' since Simon has been pumping the iron recently. Damien, on the other hand is looking to get back to the microwave and yet another pre-packed meal for din-dins.
Well done lads, we couldn't do without you.