Considerateable

I like to consider myself a considerate person with considerable powers of consideration.

As an example, take this morning, I had just turned onto the Winsley by-pass when I thought that I had forgotten to pack my wallet in my incredible-top-of-the-line BikeBins™. It occurred to me that if I got killed on the roads I wouldn't have my organ donor card on me, and it maybe too late to help someone by the time the emergency services found my family, which they would of had a hard time, due to there being no wallet in my panniers-of-the-future, my BikeBins™.

I then spent a couple of seconds feeling a bit sorry for my unclaimed mangled corpse lying in a morgue somewhere.

I slowed to a halt and checked to see if the wallet was there; it was, so I rode on.

It only occurred to me about ten minutes later that I had happily accepted my inevitable fate that I would be mashed to death on the road at some point, and that I didn't want to inconvenience anyone on a transplant waiting list too much.

Our world view distorts and changes to make sense of the madness around us, if it doesn't you'll go mad.

Black Ice

I pulled over on a little lane this morning to let a person driving a car overtake me, I then saw she was on he phone with her spoilt private school tosser child gawping at me and they didn't even thank me so I followed after them and blew the rear of their vehicle my customary raspberry and then went to turn off the lane up into Monkton Combe private tosser school and I skidded on black ice that I didn't see and then l rolled all over the lane.

As I lay there on my back, very still, I looked up into the cold blue sky and thought how beautiful it looked, the trees branches all reaching above me, a lone birdy flip flapping about. I then heard an approaching person in a car and they impatiently bibbed their horn at me. Turning my head to one side I could see it was the Mercedes driving poshie coming back after dropping her tossy child at it's tossy school. I twiddled my toes, I twiddled my fingers. Good, I thought, no spinal damage. 

She beeped again. 

I got to my feet and pulled myself and my twisted super bicycle out her way.

She drove past me again without thanking me.

I tried to blow another raspberry at her but I just dribbled on my quivering chin.