I monologue a lot on long rides/tours.
If I see a pigeon, it sets me off....
"Catch the pigeon, catch the pigeon, catch the pigeon NOW......damn........that pigeon's fast, and he can fly......assuming the pigeon was male....not that female pigeons can't fly (before I get accused of mysoginy)."
Then I'll go onto telegraph pole counting....
"4 more to go till the top of this rise, 3, 2, 1...........did it, (Cue bad impression of Rocky music)....aha....there's that farking pigeon again...get him (her)!"
And no, I haven't been drinking.....