I love my bikes . . .
. . . but this is just plain ridiculous:
Man Falls In Love With Bike - Literally!
I know a lot of cyclists lust after bikes, but this story — from tonight’s thelondonpaper — about a Scotsman, is simply ridiculous:
A man caught trying to have sex with his bicycle was given three years’ probation . . .
. . . read the rest of this alarming story on the London Cycling Diary.
It’s proof that cycling and beer don’t always mix as well as some would think. Actually, what really puzzles me with this story (apart from the WTF factor) is how he got caught. I mean, you’d have hoped that he’d have maybe locked the door, closed the curtains (lit some candles, burned some incense, and put on some Barry White to get his bike in the mood?). So getting caught . . . well, it’s almost as if he’d wanted to be found out.
And of course, we shouldn’t read anything at all into the fact that the accused was a Scotsman.