Things I Think About When I Cycle...

Commuting: In no particular order
What's that, there, left, right, in front of me.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck OFF!
yeah cheers mate!
Oops. Er, sorry.
Thank fuck that's quietened down.
What's that squeak?
Should I trackstand? Will I look a wanker? Yes. But you're wearing those socks, with those shoes.
That's a new noise.
ANd you grandad.
Do I know them? No.
Sometimes:
"oh hello , how you?"

This. Unless there is zero traffic and it's early or late I feel like a furtive sparrow.

Out on the weekends is private time.