Driving back from a softplay warehouse, we passed the the household waste and recycling centre. Riding into it on an all-chrome, super-low chopper-shaped bicycle was a man aged at least forty-five. He wore a quasi-U.S. cop hat (very Village People), sheenyshiny leather jacket, wraparound shades and a vacant slice of real estate where a facial expression should have been.
This is why it's worth being out and about in the commuter belt in the daytime. This is what you get when you take a day's annual leave. But I WISH I'D HAD MY CAMERA.
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