I don’t know why I complain that there’s no good looking blokes in helmets.
I tells you what, sometimes people just love complaining. Because, to be honest, sometimes you just stroll up the hill from the old Sustainability Festival and there’s some perfectly nice looking individual sitting there with a beer, his bike helmet lying casually in the grass beside him.
And like the cute guys at school, they’re not that hard to approach, it’s more that you’re socially conditioned to think that attractive people are somehow intimidating and stand-offish. Which some of them are, but I don’t know many of them, because they all knocked me back when I was sixteen.
It’s rather cute, tisn’t it, when your dimples match your helmet air vents. Yes, tis.
eleanor j jackson 