What made you start riding fixed?

Well,
I was walking down Cornmarket street one day, and as I passed Carfax Tower, and made a turn into the covered market, I began to think about cheese. This thinking about cheese led me to the inevitable situation of thinking about crackers. At this very point, as I narrowly avoided kissing a dead boar in my daydreaming state, by pushing a tourist towards it instead, I began to think about fish, which was strange, as I wasn't particularly near the fishmongers.
At which point someone pointed out an Alpaca with a mighty fine wooden ladder that he intended to use to bypass the need for stairs whilst accessing the second floor, I then had to write a letter to Deer administration complaining that my head was full of Crapneto and non oft these ideas were my own, so I saw the champ and he put me straight. Then strolling self-confidently back towards Exeter College and the mysteries within I spied a hawk chasing pigeons, and thought, what a zen like moment.
At this very point in time, down the road from me I heard a frightfully loud yell, and 'lo it was Fotheringham.
'What ho Fotheringham'
"What ho Henry"

EXACTLY why i started riding fixed too. isn't that so weird?