.... me and Keith were staying at a B&B over the pub in a small town near the English Channel. (town to remain nameless)
This small town held their town meetings in the pub since that was the largest public meeting room available.
The town's mayor (also to remain nameless) is our friend who has an agricultural services business (he and his employees are contracted to plow and harvest farmer's crops every spring and fall .... many thousands of acres). From his job he gets us on lots of new land. We met the mayor through a mutual friend from here in the states.
The mayor lives about a block from the pub, very easy walking distance. One night we were to meet him at the pub for dinner and drinks and we saw him walk from his house with his bike to the pub. We asked him why he just didn't ride it .... told us he "does not ride bikes, they are too dangerous in both day and night traffic on such narrow roads".
Then why bring a bike to the pub, we asked.
"Well Yank, after too many pints, that bike helps hold me up as I walk home". The pub owner told us the mayor was telling the truth. Every time the mayor brings his bike to the pub, the pub owner knows the mayor is planning a festive evening, particularly after each town meeting ... and on the rare occasion Yanks visit their small town.