I went for a bike ride with k., d. and t. t. didn't do a lot of riding; he was ferried around by his doting father. [But his navigational skills were exceptional.] It's been a while since I'd been on a bike. Going over a couple of bumps I voiced my objection.
"Bit sore?" asked k.
"A little. Remember on Monday night when Canned Ham thought '9 1/2 Weeks' was called '9 1/2 Hours'?"
"I think I see where you're going with this."
Either way, a girl could be forgiven for walking funny.