StreetCowboy

It was God's will

It's always good to find a gym you can cycle to, with somewhere safe that you can lock your bike

I would use sardonic double-entendres.

It's had all the praise its going to get - we need to move on

I've got friends, relatives and acquaintances that will be after my life for this, but that is dross - its (edit: almost) worse than the Gallachers. To suggest that this was comparable to Bruce Dickinson -- who did not make my suggested top three -Well - I don't know what to say. It's not exactly a Tony Lomi riff.

That was probably half of the problem

If you want to ask about sanity, Noddy Holder is the man to ask

Your links don't work

People get killed in road accidents all over the world. The risks are higher in some places than in others, and at some junctions than others. I don't want to sound Woke, but its always good to look both ways.

Seems like a bit of a non sequitor. Is it after midnight? I'd kind of hoped (poor grammar - but that's what old people had to cope with...) that people would have offered up their favourite guitarists. Maybe I've noted them all. It's only fair to warn you that Youtube has offered me The Nolans next up.

You can kill yourself or kill the planet. Close your windows and turn on the air conditioning. Although if you went the other way where you would go. Whatever.

I don't know if you've ever been woken up in the morning, but it starts with the birds going "Hawey! Hawey!", and just as you're getting used to that, the Imam starts off "Helloooo Gasgoooow", and as your fumbling for the Yellow Pages and looking for snipers' rifles, he's off on "andyecannaebuythatheer" You can suffer in stoic silence, or complain pointlessly to yourself.

Calm down, man - it's not that bad! Start off dosing yourself on Tramadol

What'd'ye reckon? Have you ever walked in to a pub and ordered fries for the band because they sounded like they were Duane Eddy? Or Chet Atkins? Or Hank Marvin?

I hope I'm old before I die When I die and they lay me to rest, I'm going to go to the place that's the best

I think there is an argument against eating predators that concentrate toxic material from their prey, and in turn from their prey's fodder. It's also uneconomic to eat third-hand nutrition. There is also a strong argument against eating animals that are as hard to catch as cats. Better to eat the dogs, who are better at catching the cats. Though I don't know why she swallowed a fly...

I am not sure whether you are more visible with good lights in the dark, or no lights during the day, and probably less visible with no lights (or even with lights) at dusk. I can see why you might prefer not to ride at night, but its better than pushing your bike home, and I'm in no fit state for walking.

There's not enough drinking hours in the afternoon for that. Not on weekdays. Or Sundays. And I'm sceptical about Saturdays.

There are all sorts of flashing patterns. My absolute top number one favourite was the Cateye rear rack mounted AAA light with a flickering always-at-least-one-on pattern; it was vibration sensitive, and came on if you were moving, and it was dark (so they said) and the batteries lasted for ever. Sadly, the product is no longer available. My Moon Nebula have several patterns, one as described, and one Bright Highway Flashing, which will let every traffic copper from here to Arkansas know you are on the highway, but is good for making people aware of your presence in advance for a modest battery consumption. Maybe I should practice cycling home from the pub with my eyes closed, as practice for if my lights ever fail.

Close your windows an run your air conditioning.

By way of possible digression - what do you carry on your bike? I have four bikes: 1 Road bike for long rides on a Sunday 2 Shopping bike for commuting, and - possibly obviously - shopping 3 Inherited lady's folding bike (very wide size range, so quite comfortable) 4 Mountain bike - a little bit too small, my first bike which the shop was keen to sell me, it's OK with the seat post over-extended, and it really is a nice bike On 1 & 2 I have frame pump, top-tube bag with a multi-tool, inner tube, tyre levers, tube patches. On 1 & 2 I have front and rear rechargeable lights, on 2 I have emergency battery lights front and rear. Also battery lights front and rear on 3 & 4 On 2, 3 and 4 I have a rear rack On 2 & 3 I have a front basket. On 1, I have a compass on the handlebar. I am remiss that the rear reflector has broken off the rear of 1, but all bikes should have front and rear reflectors, and pedal reflectors. I see I am also remiss on reflectors for 3 & 4, and the basket would obstruct the front reflector. I have a Cateye speedometer and sensor on 1 and 2. When it comes to lights, I would recommend carrying some AAA / CR2032 battery lights, because your rechargeables could cut out at any time - they do not fade like alkali batteries, but you can always replace your AAA batteries at 7-11 or any garage for a few baht. And unlike rechargeables, they last a very long time when not in use.

1. I don't think daytime flashing lights will be a problem for other road users during daylight. I agree that flashing lights at night are a distraction and confusion. I get annoyed by trucks with flashing lights; they are big enough that they are easily seen, and if someone unobservant drives into the back of a truck, who cares? - that's their lookout. Thank goodness they didn't collide with anyone else. It's hard to judge the distance of flashing lights, but when judging the distance matters, I hope that car drivers can see the cyclist during the day. The flashing light is there to warn them well in advance - there is a cyclist about. 2. Lights are really important at night. All my cycling is either to the pub, or from the pub, and I don't want to be cycling home dark in the dark, so I am sparing with my lights during the day. 3. Motorists get upset if you go through the tunnel with no lights, despite the tunnel being well-lit, so I normally put my rear light on flashing for the tunnel 4. Actually pulsing - at night, flashing lights disappear when they are off, and multiple flashing lights are just baffling, so I have my rear light showing steady, with bright pulses. When I am cycling home from work at dusk, I will put my front light on flashing until it is more dark than light, and then on steady. 5. The front light battery on my road bike disturbs the compass on my handlebars, so if we are off into the boondocks I take the light off and put it in my top-tube bag; otherwise, my lights live on the bike except when they are charging. 6. I sometimes put my lights on flashing for riding on the Highways, depending on whether I think the traffic or arrest is the greater risk. I'd quite like to have indicators on my bike, as I feel somewhat hypocritical shouting "Signal!" at the people who turn across me.

A few weeks back I took our new members to The Great Wall of Rawang - where, you might remember, last St Rongbows’ Day, our melon-scrumping excursion might have ended in miserable disappointment had not our return route passed by Sungai Buloh Pasar Segi. As before, the road is closed by an easily-circumvented barrier, and I was pleasantly surprised how far the road remained in good condition, and how much downhill we encountered. Beyond the last track into the plantation, the road has deteriorated somewhat though the views remain spectacular. The ride is made painfully hazardous by hanging prickly slender creepers which look benignly harmless, but have the smallest, sharpest thorns I have ever encountered. My gloves and shirt are quite torn to holes, and the first indication that the thorns were fractionally longer than I had first thought was the blood oozing through my torn glove. I took a tumble over a log hidden in the leaf debris, and walked down the descent to The Great Wall. With four of us, it was easier to pass the bikes over the wall and across the ditch - certainly easier than going back through the thorns. Back in the day, we would merrily sail down the far side towards the cement works, but this time we erred on the side of caution. The traffic was lighter (i.e. faster) than last time, but we put trepidation to one side and strode into middle of the road - it was as we were cresting the hill on way home that I remembered we had a choice of alternative routes turning left at the cement works - including but not limited to the North South Highway, where cycling is statutorily banned. I’m not anxious to repeat that route, not without a machete.

Fill your bath to the brim, get in and float. Get out, and mark the water level. Assess your weight from the number of Fs in your downstairs neighbour’s complaints. Sometimes, the simplest solutions are the best.