Boris Bajic
Guest
I used to live sharply uphill from the boozer, and mostly quite enjoyed the bike ride home, but I could deduce from traces of wild garlic caught in the rear mech that I had fallen in the hedge quite often.
I was about to launch into a robust defence of the car for reasons other than romantic, recreational or transactional fornication....
But I must allow that the gorgeous smell of wild garlic rarely penetrates the cabin of a modern car - and this is a big minus. My defence of the car is now in tatters.
I still like to drive but cannot defend my actions.