Bicycle, bicycle
I haven't owned a bike for more than 20 years which, given my attempts to be vaguely eco-friendly and vaguely non-obese, is very poor.
I have been wanting to buy one for a while but have been put off by the following hypothetical encounter:
Me: I would like to buy a bike
Shopkeeper: What kind of bike are you looking for?
Me: I don't know
Shopkeeper: Is it for road or off-road use?
Me: I don't know. I will know once I start using it.
Shopkeeper: Mmm'kay, and how much were you planning to spend?
Me: I am not worried about the price - whatever it takes to get the right bike for me.
Shopkeeper: Ah, very good. If you could just drop your trousers and bend over the counter I am sure we can help you.
Thankfully passepartout knows a thing or two about bikes and guided me through the whole terrifying process, and now I and the proud parent of a new bike, which has been christened Omally.
It has wheels and handle bars, 16 valves per spoke, dual overhead cam reflectors, instamatic teflon-coated brakes and is matt black. That is, matt black. I love it for its matty blackness. It is boss.
Now I just need to figure out how to ride the fucking thing.

