After sending some of these drawings to a cycling magazine, he drew this at their request. They wanted something more in keeping with the theme of mountain biking (we used to blow these lycra-clad morons into the dirt on a regular basis!).

The story behind this is amusing...
One day, while out cycling on my own, I came across the semi-burnt remains of a motorcycle. Realising that most of the parts were still servicable I decided to find a hiding place for it, so I could return later, with tools, to dismantle it. It was at the bottom of a hill, in the middle of a forest and the best hiding place was quite a distance, uphill. The machine was still in gear, but I had no idea at the time how gears worked, so I had to drag it the whole way! It was the middle of summer too!
Again, I became the subject of mockery...

This one was inspired by our tendency to converse with accents like a pimp from an episode of Starsky and Hutch...and I have to confess, I was better at it than him!