The inner hoon and delusions of invincibility
I dunno what it is about riding a bike early on a cool clear morning but it seems, on occasion, to have the ability to turn one into a total raving loon.
Most of the time I behave myself on the road - taking care, not blasting around blind corners or over the tops of hills. I've had enough bad experiences doing just that to know better. Add to that the fact that if I were to have a half decent fall onto my right side, my unhealthy liver would probably rupture and I'd bleed out in minutes, if not seconds.
But every so often, on those cool clear early mornings, the inner hoon escapes and takes over. Perhaps I should be more responsible about taking my dried frog pills...
I got back from my ride yesterday morning and decided that if I had seen myself riding as I did I would almost certainly have thought "fucking loony!" and probably have gone online to the Community Traffic Watch page.
I dunno. Maybe boys never do grow up...
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
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