The Quick and the Dead

This evenings Lecture was on Object Orientated Programming, "OOP" for short, and inevitably led to a discussion Of "Classes". The given example expressed the "Class" of "Human Beings" and its associated characteristics.

Never one to miss injecting a philosophical angle, I inquired if dead people were members?

Which reminded me that a funny thing happened on the way to School today...

The Winter storms seem to have finally broken, and although there is still a little snow around, this is the second fine day in a row.

The previous few weeks have seen nightmare cycling to School. Snow-storms, sleet, hail and crashing on the ice [A lot]. I managed to split my Helmet, smash my lights and bend the seat - all with only minor physical injuries, but major mental questioning.

So I really needed to take a long ride yesterday, to remind myself "why I love cycling". There was no need to go anywhere, nor be somewhere at a specific time for any purpose, I just rode. About 40 miles worth as it turns out.

So today. suitably invigorated I decided to let rip (muscles, tendons, you know those characteristics of being "Class" human) and after my 5 mile warm-up, I'm ready to tackle the section of open road between towns, I call the "endless mile".

(Because before I has an odometer I thought it was about a mile, rather than being closer to 3 miles).

Its fairly flat (for around here) and with only a slight head-wind, I soon hit my top speed of 24mph. Now I can't sustain this for long, but its brilliant just being there for a while.

So imagine my consternation to be overtaken by a dead guy.

As I have no-more to give, I rapidly fall behind, and at last and least, resort to abuse. "What are you, late for a funeral or something?" I think uncharitably as the procession of Death, passes me by.

The Hearse was long gone and a further thought, "this would look bad on paper" - better not to write it down then.

RIP.

/Maes