As the lift doors closed on platform 4 in York station a cyclist appeared outside them... I looked at the current population density within the lift and sort-of-smiled apologetically at the cyclist in a Terribly British way clearly intended to signify "sorry, even if I get out I don't think you'd fit a bike in".10 minutes later I spotted the same Reading CC jersey on platform 9, and also clocked the saddle bag as I passed so stopped, took a step back, and enquired "Was it an arrow?".
Nice to make your acquaintance, Brymbo!