Steppin' Time

I wear a suit to work, which during my more self-assured moments allows me to feel like James Bond, striding confidently along perennially on the lookout for danger and the next vodka martini. These fits of fancy quickly dissipate, however, when I have to forgo the silver Aston-Martin for an evergreen Holland-style bicycle as my favored mode of transportation. It's very hard to appear suave on a bike, even more so when it's rained heavily and one has to lift one's feet high in the air in order to avoid the muddy splash of puddles getting on one's well-tailored trousers. In these cases, I'm afraid I feel more like Bert dancing the Chim Chim Cher-ee than a member of Her Majesty's Secret Service :