I pedal around Rugby in an attempt to reverse 35 years of hedonism. My facial expression alters in direct relation to the gradients and whether I'm travelling up >:0(( or down :-))
It occurs to me, as multiple vehicles roar pass me seeming to resent my very existence, that you don't see many smiling motorists. What have they got to be grumpy about? When they reach a hill they just press harder on the accelerator.
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