By Flying fossil The Young Gun Wellington 1989. It was raining. It was dark. And it was cold. I felt glum that I had to ride in the rain. I had been looking forward to this for weeks. Hoping for good weather. But still, I was a little nervous at not
Flying fossil The Young Gun Wellington 1989. It was raining. It was dark. And it was cold. I felt glum that I had to ride in the rain. I had been looking forward to this for weeks. Hoping for good weather. But still, I was a little nervous at not