This after­noon, as I was cyc­ling towards the rear of a sign, I felt a strange desire to see what was on the front of it. No prob­lem, right? Cycle past it, look back, et voila.

…thing is though, once I was past the sign, I got con­fused as to which hobby I was indul­ging in, motor­ing versus cycling.

For the record, bicycles do not come equipped with rear-view mirrors.

Fark, I still feel stupid.

WtF, brain?