You know how it is. You’re riding your scooter to work for another dreary day as Head of Inhuman Resources at the Acme Widgets factory when something snaps in your head.
You ride past the factory gates, giving Jim the security man a last cheery wave, then turn right into the nearest ploughed field with a mad plan to ride around the world off-road.
Then get bogged down after 50 yards because you’re on a scooter. Sighing deeply, you wheel it back past Jim and clock in.
