Ok, pt 2 probably isn’t quite as entertaining as the story written from the female point-of-view in pt 1 (see previous post).
Bleeping Mondays 2
The sleek Lycra was tight, crushing his jewels. As he rode his bicycle, not just any old bicycle but a H600, he considered stopping to pull the wedgy away from his cheeks. It was probably the only pet peeve he had about cycling other than drivers. He paid his taxes and had a right to the road, he was kind to the environment. Cars squealed passed, narrowly missing him. Did they have to drive so close? The front wheel collided against a pebble, creating a balancing act. Shit, his heart thumped. Inspecting the road, more pebbles ahead. The cyclist moved towards the centre of the road. A car nearly clipped him as the car drove on the verge, fucking maniac. Good thing he had had his action camera on record to capture the number plate. Bastards! The law was on his side and it was about time cyclist expressed their authority. Technology was a gift.