You know the expression “Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Put a man on a bicycle and his brain will turn into sponge rubber”? No? Well, it’s true – trust me on this one.
On my way home from work yesterday, I saw no fewer than three cyclists narrowly avoid being converted into sticky performance art. Once could simply have been a passing event and twice could be written off to coincidence, but three times is indicative of a pattern. Is there something in the geometry of bicycles that makes stop signs translucent or causes the onset of an invincibility delusion?
Maybe it’s just the angle of the seat that overstimulates the stupidity gland.