Bloody thanks norbs, now the bloody rules don't matter, fair dickum, now what excuse do I have to wear knicks that don't match the jersey, gloves that match neither, bandana's that match nothing, socks that don't match each other little lone anything that I'm wearing, black bar tape on a basically blue bike, white saddle, mismatched groupo, a Livestrong wrist band, IPod & the absolute worst sin- Time pedals.
Now you tell me the rules don't matter, the why on earth & I wasting my time trying to break every single one every time I ride. Now the next time some guy rides up next to me at after a set of lights (remember those who obey the rules don't have to stop for traffic lights or obey road rules, they are protected by 'the rule force') & informs me "hey you've got odd socks on", now I can't look at him with a stupid look on my face
& say "oh yeah, I didn't notice"
& watch him ride off shaking his head
, now they won't say zip to me because the rules now don't matter.
Jeez, I'm going to have to find another hobby.