What seemingly insignificant cycling stuff cheers you?
This morning I dropped the car off for its service. Bike was popped in the boot, reassembled, and parked inside the showroom (I've decided if you do these things with enough authority people don't actually bat an eyelid). Being a Mini I was in the BMW dealership out at Seafield and the place was crammed with suits talking about PEPs and ISAs and golf and all that stuff while they waited for the courtesy bus into town.
I dropped off my keys (wasn't asked this time if I needed a space on the bus) and wandered out (to more than a few raised eyebrows from the suits) hopped on the bike and pedalled off into the sunshine, asfe in the knowledge that I wasn't having to share a bus with any tedious modern BMW types (he said, tarring them all with the same brush).
And smile.