that was close.

There's little point wearing a helmet if you're going to ride with a shopping bag dangling from your handlebars and play chicken with trains. :p
 
Maybe they were just trying to make the ultimate martini?

Perhaps in that bag at the front, there's a cocktail shaker, with a martini mix inside, and some crushed ice, and they were just looking for a bit of agitation to it, before breaking out a shooting stick and parasol and having an early evening martini, doncha know.

Scratch that - let's be realistic - it's much more likely it was a bottle of Lambrini in that there bag, than a cocktail shaker.
 
Did anyone else notice that the cyclist decided to go back in the direction he came from instead of continuing forward after the train passed, as if to go back home to change his shorts?
 
incorrigible":283g9hlj said:
Did anyone else notice that the cyclist decided to go back in the direction he came from instead of continuing forward after the train passed, as if to go back home to change his shorts?

Looks like a she to me?
 
I noticed that sudden, instant fear of level crossings, she probably went to look for a bridge.
 
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