Not a cyclist

I had to cycle a bike in for repair today (yes, to the 4 January bike-shop) and was reminding myself all the way to look out for this week's theme: exercise, exercise, exercise.

As I came out of the shop my attention was completely caught by the crumbling paint of this drainpipe. It wasn't until I'd taken several photos from various angles that I realised that behind me was a posse of skinny men clad in shiny matching lycra, astride the sort of skinny bikes whose weights are measured in feathers. They'd been chatting but by the time I turned round they were just setting off for the day.

I started to chase down the road after them but too late.

Hmph. Never was any good at exercise.