Been trying to keep the old brain in "holiday mode" as long as possible, but these last couple of days I must admit that thoughts of my return to the "Arsehole Factory"* have been seeping back into my consciousness.
Anyhoo. Decided to go for a 14 mile run today. And very nice it was too. Over by Spott and Pitcox again.
Passed by quite a few "MAMILs" as I believe they are called (Middle Aged Men In Lycra). Sir B Wiggins has a lot to answer for.
I don't understand today's cyclists. There appears to be some "movement" away from bright, reflective, "safe" clothing, towards black. Got passed by a mini peleton today, and I don't know if they were cyclists or ninjas on their way to their next assassination - black leggings, black jackets, black helmets and in a few cases black glasses . When I was a regular cyclist it used to be the thing to wear lurid gear - the brighter the better. I remember going out on my bike in tops and leggings that, quite frankly, would have made Timmy Mallet puke! Orange leggings, a nice lurid blue, yellow and pink "Team Z" jersey and a nice pink safety helmet (and if it rained I always had a lovely lime green jacket scrunched up and tucked under my saddle).... mind you, all that didn't stop me getting hit by a car once. I remember still the drivers initial cries of "I never saw you!" as being a bit unlikely (b.t.w. he was coming out of a junction and I had right of way).
Take it from me; being told you look a twat may hurt your pride - being hit by a car simply hurts!!
|A man for who the word "Twat" was created.|
You would never tire of punching that face.
* The Scottish Civil Service - churning out high maintenance/low quality arseholes at the taxpayers expense since God-knows-when.