On a Denmark/Cycling theme....
I remember a long time back when I lived in Denmark, I was sitting in my apartment waiting for my English mate to pitch up so we could go to the pub.
He lives in Odense and had come to see me for a few days. I'd been to work and was sort of surprised he wasn't there when I got back
When he did pitch up, I asked where he'd been...
"Sitting in a roadside cafe watching the women cycling past and looking up their skirts."
Well you can't help but laugh at that, I then asked how long he'd been sitting there doing that.
"six hours"

Have to admire his stamina, I think I'd have been nailing one of the junky whores that hang out behind the train station after 2 hours....