ACTS OF CYCLING STUPIDITY
An informant came to me with a story of young love. Two star cyclo-crossed lovers took their first tentative steps by going to bike races together. On the second of these occasions, his carbon bike flew off her roof rack at high speed and was destroyed by a following lorry. It was clearly her fault, since she’d left a critical clamp in the boot. “Never mind,” he said. “It doesn’t matter.”
When he told my informant of this, my informant said, “I take it you only said that because you didn’t want to have a row and ruin the relationship by demanding that she pay for it?” “Yes.”
“So you’re basically paying for sex?” “I suppose so, yes.”
Puts a new light on the phrase ‘pimp my ride’.