This may or may not be relevant, but anyway.
This morning I commuted into Rosebank to meet friends at a new cycling themed coffee shop on the ground floor of their offices.
Returning home through the streets of 'The Parks' I stopped at the one set of lights, the earlier coffee was doing it's job of percolating through the synapses and bodily rumblings.
Taking the obvious opportunity of no pedestrians and winter morning traffic sounds for a pull my finger moment. So, I white knuckled the bars and gave the ole nought a wee stoot, just a knersie. There was an absolute fantastic baritone of bowel sounds, orchestratic in tone. I swear the reverb alone made my cheeks jiggle jiggle and pushed my socks down within the UCI legal limit.
With watery cross eyes and a true sense of accomplishment with the timing, I noticed the robots changing and checked both ways to cross. At the same as this reflective moment I had also heard a low, high pitched "eeep" which wasn't really provide much thought given, the not inconsiderable levels of concentration on my afterburner.
Until a creme Mini Cooper came by with it's half open passenger window and glaring eyes set above an open mouth. My shapely derriere must have been at the perfect height, who drives with their windows at half mast in winter though?
Anyway, maybe there's a lesson or a life analogy here. Who knows. But not for a moment do I regret!
