This is a short anecdote about something that made my day special. The day in question – some weeks ago now – became special because of something hilarious (at least, I thought so.)
What happened was this: I was driving around (as part of an ordinary business day) when I had to stop at traffic signals (a common enough occurrence.) I happened to be the first stopped car, that is, I was right at the stop line.
Now, this set of signals served two purposes: it controlled a crossing point for pedestrians and cyclists (several were waiting) and it was also part of a complex system of traffic control for a large roundabout linking trunk roads. The entire layout was not visible from where I was stopped. (Note that.)
After a few seconds, the signals allowed the pedestrians and cyclists to cross. Among them, a very average cyclist on an equally average bike began, slowly, to cross in front of me…
Well, as I said, the entire layout was out of my range of vision; but out of earshot it was not. Oh, no. And at exactly the same moment, unseen, a powerful motor-bike roared away.
Picture, if you can, the absurd overall impression – a pedal cycle moving off at a sedate pace, making an ear-splitting roar! It made me scream with laughter. And the humour of the situation stayed with me all day.
Watch out (or listen out) for excessively noisy push-bikes…
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