Last night, turning into our village off the main road, a truck drifted out to turn right onto the road I was leaving, blocking the filter lane. I rode round the front of him (he couldn't join the nose-to-tail moton queue), and he shouted, incongruously, 'Get a helmet!'
I think I was a bit thrown (and was concentrating on the manoeuvre rather than honing my eloquence), but I found myself responding 'Get an idea about...it!'
I have no idea what I was talking about. But I didn't swear.