Blowin' In The Wind

OK - you can rotate your heads back this way now.  I hope the video played - I've been having teething troubles. 

Sorry to go all 90 degrees on you, but I filmed this surreptiously on the number 5 to work this morning.  To set the scene, the old guy sitting next to the 'musician' is your run-of-the-mill 'Frisco conspiracy-theory-loony.  He'd just spent 10 minutes publicly positing that The Moonies were using Ipods to broadcast subliminal recruitment messages.  And then Mr.Mouth Organ got on and started blowing.  It's always fun when a loon gets out-looned.  But we all sat wide-eyed in amazement at this guy's impromptu performance - sadly, I didn't capture the best bits, when he was using his fist to bang out an accompanying rhythm on his own face.

Anyway, this was the final straw for me and public transport in Mental-ville, so I finally bought a bike.

Now I know what you're thinking - it looks like KITT.   And I must say that I feel a little Michael-Knight-esque when I'm:

(a) going very fast downhill
(b) talking to it

But then I feel far less Hoff-like when I hit the slightest incline, or when the wind blows.  And when I hit one of the city's comedy hills, it's all I can do to mutter under my breath 'what's wrong with the bus, Michael, what's wrong with the frickin' bus?'

Anyway, I'm chuffed that I ignored the cycling nazis and bought a hybrid. 

Who looks more ridiculous?  Me with my straight handlebars (I reiterate - straight, not bent) or the legions of middle-aged-porkers clicking around town in spandex and special shoes....

A huge bird shat on my head as I cycled home last night, so I expect nothing but good luck in my bicycling endeavours.

Comments

[botski]

bent or not, the bike still looks gay.