Beer bravado?

Despite it being just above freezing I decided to bike to work today. Not entirely sure why. Maybe it was the weekends alcohol still coursing through my system and making me feel braver and more able than I am. We’re all adults, right? I’m sure you’re familiar with that strange effect on your confidence (and misunderstanding of your own abilities) that comes about when you’ve sucked a few sherbets. Women who would normally seem out of your reach suddenly seem approachable; men who would normally scare you to death become people you’re prepared to stand up to. It’s all a
lie, and it’s dangerous, but I guess it accounts for about 80% of the decisions that are made on Friday and Saturday nights in the UK.
So I biked to work. And it was fine. But then the alcohol slowly left my system, and it got dark, and it got cold, and I had to bike home. And at that point I remembered I don’t have lights on my bike. So there were two choices – go to the cycling section of the supermarket and blow twenty quid on something I’d only be using for ten minutes, or take my life in my hands and head home without them and hope for the best.
I’m not proud of what I did, but I’m posting this now so I guess I got away with it. And I can only apologise to the drivers that were disturbed by my decision, and forced to swerve to avoid my barely-noticeable velociped as it careered up the dark roads of Suffolk…..

RC 7-11-16