Me and Pope Frank went for an early morning bike ride, this morning. He said he likes to exercise to lose weight but he always brings cake with him on the rides. I'm not talking about a small, individual cake, I'm talking about a chocolate gateau big enough to satisfy eight large men and a small boy. Competition cyclists often carry small energy bars to eat while riding, but Frank prefers a chocolate gateau. Down at the cycling club, the guys know him as 'P.F.' but I call him 'Frank.' Before we do a run P.F. sprinkles the bikes with holy water but some of them still get punctures.
