Being Barry Sheene.

Elizabeth hardly heard the phone ringing, what with the harsh ratchet sound from outside the window.

Their six year old was having a high old time on his bike, but the noise!

'You'll need to speak up, Honey. I can't hear you.' She almost needed to shout over the deafening, rapid clicking.

You've filled the car up...but can't pay...no credit card? Where did you last...'

She paused as Callum careered back past the window.

'WEEEEEEEEEEEE!'

Elizabeth looked out and grinned at what he had pegged to the frame of the bike. The plastic striking each spoke as the wheel spun.