I was out for a ride the other day, you know, me being the internationally accredited cycling trainer that I am. Well, I kid ye not, I saw a British cycling ride leader letting his kids play with a loaded shotgun while swimming in a slurry pit, and one of the kids was waving his carbon fibre fishing rod perilously close to some power lines. And you know what? Not one of them was wearing a helmet! Then some fool who had no cycle training whatsoever and was no better than the rest of them comes around the corner intent on nothing but his Strava segment and rode crash bang into a queue of orphans and puppies at the bus stop! Maniacs! Fortunately I'm a superior rider so haughtily lifted my nose in the air and went back to riding no handed so I could roll a fag for the yound filly sat on my crossbar while I thought some more about fitting a front brake to my bike at some point.