The cycleway to work is well used by local people and I’m getting to know the regulars. Mostly these are commuters but there’s a fair crop of teenagers riding to school or activities, and over the last few weeks I’ve exchanged greetings with most of them including four lads on creaky mountain bikes on the way to some activity or another.

When I saw the foursome on Friday the lead rider stuck out his gloved hand. I’m a bit dozy in the morning, and it took a second to realise this wasn’t an turn signal but an invitation to a high five. I stuck my hand out in return and got a 30km/h high five, with a resounding thwack noise and a shock up my arm.

The second of the four was ready with hand too, so thwack… ow, another shock up the arm…

The third and smallest saw what was happening and joined in… thwack, ow…

Obviously number four was ready by this time, thwack, ow…

Which was a pretty nice start to the day, and then another regular commuter was about 50 metres behind them and had seen the preceding events, and as I approached he grinned and stuck out a hand. It would have been rude not to…

Thwack, ow…

Had me smiling for the next few kilometres; you don’t get that commuting by car.

I hope they don’t plan on doing it every day though: my arm can’t take too much of this…