Mate lost his licence for DUI and it’s been the best

So just over 6 months ago a bloke I used to work with (Jeff) got done for DUI in a big way which meant he lost his licence for 6 months. He lives in a rural area with no public transport or taxi service.

Now Jeff has been called a fast bastard for years by his friends, so when he said he would have to ride a push bike about 15km to get to work we all laughed at him. We expected he would either drop dead of a heart attack or give up quickly.

I have not seen Jeff since I gave him a spare bike I had, expecting it to be little used. However, this week a Lycra clad fella I barely recognised turns up and it’s Jeff, 40 kilos lighter, to hand the bike back.

Not only had Jeff lost over 40 kilos, he’s now off his blood pressure medicine, his sleeping tablets, most of his beers and a few other medicines. His doctor has taken him off his high risk group and reckons he’s added at least 10 years to his life expectancy. He has his licence back but does not drive to work much.

Of course now instead of being a fat bastard he’s one of those MAMIL bastards on his flash new bike, riding 50-100km regularly with his new cycling girlfriend. The 3 of us are going away for MTB riding trip this weekend together and I bet they are going to leave me for dead. I cycle regularly but not as much as Jeff. Better that than him dying early. Good thing he lost his licence.