I sit down next to a guy on the train.

ME: Loads of cycle paths around here.

HIM: Really?

ME: Loads, mate.

HIM: How’d you know?

ME: There’s signs, aren’t there?

HIM: I guess?

ME: I love them.

(47 minutes of awkward silence.)

When we reach my stop, I get off the train with my bike. As I leave, I notice the guy suddenly looks relieved. As I walk away he looks at me like I was a random crazy psychopath on the train, then it finally hit me.