Fiddle-farting around with a new camera on my bike, I discovered that it had reversed itself upon the handlebar mount, and instead of shooting through the screen, filmed me. What most struck me about the short footage that it captured was the amount of movement in my eyes. They never lingered anywhere for more than a second – roving so much it would put the wandering eye of a Cylon to shame. This, I believe is good, particularly my use of the rear view mirrors. Well done Tooty!
P.S Cylons: bad guys from both incarnations of Battlestar Galactica.
What Becomes of the Broken Winded? 