Bike related scenes in my book (#1)

"He dreamt of becoming a celebrated artist, being cheered as he rode his environmentally friendly bicycle to work at his lavishly appointed studio. People smiled and waved. Hot female drivers blew kisses at him adoringly through their windshields and pressed their breasts against their windows as he rode past them in between traffic gridlocks, while pedestrians tried to give him high fives as he rolled past them kerbside.

On these fantasy commutes, traffic lights turned green before he had time to pull on the brakes. Buses careened wildly into adjacent lanes to give him a wide berth. Motorcyclists flashed him the international sign of peace and victory as they zoomed past, and flipped the bird to everyone else that they left in their dust.

The Traffic Police, too, had gotten wind of his award-winning paintings depicting the nihilistic (yet seductive!) dangers of drinking and driving, and showed up now with a 16-strong motorcade escort. When he arrived at his studio, he was greeted by the popping of a dozen camera flashes, deafened by cooing spectators and immensely turned on by a troupe of sexy cheerleaders who announced his arrival with a cheer that had the words “Ike” and "take me” in it.

The cheer ended with a pyramid formation, and afterwards, the girl who had been at the very top (like the sparkling star on a Christmas tree) shyly asked for his autograph and then if she could take him out to dinner that night. She would pay. He would offer to go Dutch.

Still later, one of the guys from the cheerleading team would make a similarly indecent proposal. He would decline politely but graciously while chiding himself for being so damn attractive.

But first.

He had to finish the damn paintings. How the fuck do you make drinking and driving look dangerous, nihilistic AND yet seductive?

On canvas?”