"Come and have a look at my new bike," said a familiar voice.
There it was, all black and stealthy and with its cogs all sparkly. A small amount of mud on the rear tyre showed it had been out for a spin, but the general impression was of pristine newness.
"I'm getting ready for the charity event."
"What, with a new bike?"
"Oh, yes, something - you know - modern and lightweight."
I gasped in wonder at the machine ahead of me.
"And what's that?" I asked, noticing another shiny machine. A red one this time.
"Oh, that's mine..." came another voice, "I thought I'd better get something - er, suitable."
I looked across to this one. Thin tyres, fancy gears, shining a bright red luminance over everything.
"What about you?"
"Er, I'll be using my normal bike. It's a bit oily at the moment, but I'll clean it up before we go."
My mind flittered to the options to compete with the shininess, but I decided I'd better find some of that pink Muc-Off and just spend the £5 or so cleaning mine up for the event.
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