One of the things that I do - and sometimes to the annoyance of other drivers - is not to overtake cyclists until I'm sure I can give them enough space. I ride a bike, so I know what it's like for a car to squeeze past and leave you riding down the gutter.
And so it came to pass the other evening as I drove into Fleet, and spied a bicycle in front of me.
Long dark hair, and a lilac floaty top.
The long hair was very dark, and the floaty top was very floaty as I gave the cyclist plenty of space as I overtook.
Then I looked in my mirror. Not - dear reader - to ogle, but to check that I had left enough road space.
His long dark hair was very long, his lilac floaty top was very floaty, and his beard was an unfetching shade of grey.
I got him with the passenger door*
*By which I mean I drove off, doing nothing but considering life's trickery
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