Well it seems the authorities have been listening a bit too closely to the murmurings on these very blogs of my training-partner, Stretch.
I arrived at my local airport this morning all set to head off for a little jaunt on the bike around Manhattan this Sunday, aided and abetted by my EPO supplier, and what's this - next thing I know, I'm being directed to another area away from the check-in line of wenches heading off on a Hen party, and my bike is given a thorough going-over with their X-ray equipment.
Despite my protestations that "look-here old chum, it's all just rumours and supposition, a bit of healthy banter, what!" - they were having none of it. "Where is Mule-Boy" I heard one of them mutter, "he was around on your trip in October".
Well, I had the last laugh, my special bike case fooled their X-ray scanner into producing the "squeaky-clean" image you see here, with not a picking of any "substances" hidden-away in the frame. The painstakingly hollowed-out spokes - lost count of the hundreds of hours THAT has taken!! - have clearly done their job, little do they know I've woven my cycling apparel out of hash, and what appears to be my cycle-helmet is actually pure cocaine in solidified form, carefully run through that new-fangled 3D printer I've just had delivered - try ordering THOSE printer cartridges on Amazon!!.......
I even managed to paint it to resemble the real thing - a cycle helmet that is.
Hope the sink in the hotel room is big enough for my mini travelling laboratory equipment to reconstitute it....
I arrived at my local airport this morning all set to head off for a little jaunt on the bike around Manhattan this Sunday, aided and abetted by my EPO supplier, and what's this - next thing I know, I'm being directed to another area away from the check-in line of wenches heading off on a Hen party, and my bike is given a thorough going-over with their X-ray equipment.
Despite my protestations that "look-here old chum, it's all just rumours and supposition, a bit of healthy banter, what!" - they were having none of it. "Where is Mule-Boy" I heard one of them mutter, "he was around on your trip in October".
Well, I had the last laugh, my special bike case fooled their X-ray scanner into producing the "squeaky-clean" image you see here, with not a picking of any "substances" hidden-away in the frame. The painstakingly hollowed-out spokes - lost count of the hundreds of hours THAT has taken!! - have clearly done their job, little do they know I've woven my cycling apparel out of hash, and what appears to be my cycle-helmet is actually pure cocaine in solidified form, carefully run through that new-fangled 3D printer I've just had delivered - try ordering THOSE printer cartridges on Amazon!!.......
I even managed to paint it to resemble the real thing - a cycle helmet that is.
Hope the sink in the hotel room is big enough for my mini travelling laboratory equipment to reconstitute it....