Not a lot of people know that I cycle to work every day. I don’t actually own or drive a car. It means we save a small fortune every year, and it also means I don’t end up with a backside the size of a small planet.
I see all kinds of idiocy while weaving my way through town each morning and evening – most of it brought about by trophy mothers heading off for coffee mornings after dropping their children at school in ridiculous chrome emblazoned monster trucks.
Sometimes I swear under my breath. Sometimes I swear out-loud.
I ride a single speed “Charge Plug 0″ by the way. It’s about as minimalist as you can sensibly get. No gears, no mudguards, and no idiotic cycling computer. Just me, my legs, the bike, and occasional swearing.