Uneasy Riders is our tale from the future, UK in 2036, and Prime Minister Clarkson has banned all cycling. But a determined band still flits amongst the shadows, defying the law. But the Department for Transportation Policy has a plan to infiltrate this band. They just need the right man to carry it out.
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"Callum? CALLUM! Where are you boy! Oh... You're there. What are you doing in so early? And you're... Smiling?"
"Sorry sir, I meant to be in later, but, well, I walked." The look of incredulity on Callidon's face was matched by an unusual speechlessness that stretched to at least half a minute.
"What on earth is wrong with your car? Why didn't you call to work from home?"
"My car is on the upper 6th, look like it was going to be a repeat of that day last month where I worked form the car for three days. I just. I saw a cyclist..."
"A cyclist???!? Hmmmm. You might be the man for the job."
"Job sir?" It was the type of word from Callidon that usually didn't bode well.
"Yes, job. We've got this 'thing' called BROOKS and it needs put in place..."
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Malcolm had had a blast. The new handlebars had given the ride a slick, controlled, relaxed feel. The three mile route had been a zig-zag through cars and horns, and he could feel the perplexed looks staring at his back after he'd passed each stationary vehicle. Occasionally there would be a shout, and as usual one person had tried to grab him to execute a citizen's arrest, but fortunately these days the average waistline size made capture something of an impossibility.
He wasn't in a hurry, had taken the long route to prolong the fun. He'd even left the apartment early to give himself that extra time on the bike. He was sure he'd seen a guy walking, but that... Well that was impossible.