Cock

There's a reason most cyclists don't bother looking in the mirror before we leave the house. We know we look like cocks. We just don't care. I did however catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror of the award winning cludgies in Port Seton when I was on a rare pit stop that doesn't involve a field or a tree to remind me how ridiculous I looked.

So spare a thought for the poor owner of the Old Village Shop in Pencaitland who had to put up with me three hours later stumbling in encased in snot and mumbling "sugar, chocolate "