I want to ride my bike.

I first noticed it as I drove into the car park. The blue tyres just screamed out at me, as it leaned supported against the lamp post. As I drew closer I noticed all the other paraphernalia that adorned it. By the time I had found a parking spot, I wasn't too sure if the bike would still be there. As I drew near, not only was the bike still there, but the owner had also turned up. I grabbed a few shots from across the road in between the passing cars, then managed this one shot as I got closer. The cyclist was busy talking to himself-well at least I assume it was a one way conversation.