Shyheels

Niebelunglied

Ring

Seville

I suspect the same could be said of fine rum...

Yes, this is me. I am really a target silhouette

Clockwork

One of the world's oldest arts is becoming a science

Kubrick

Jack

Grange Hermitage '90

Somme

Shellshock

Tired and emotional

Three sheets to the wind

Fried

Inebriated

Daiquiri

Agamemnon

Well, the winner of the Giro d'Italia - a stage race every bit as tough as the Tour de France and over mountain passes that are often much steeper - wins the pink jersey. And nobody - nobody - laughs. 

Electra Glide In Blue

Tesla

My first bicycle was a girl's bike. It was secondhand and the only one in the shop my mother could afford. I was seven years old and so damned happy to have a bike at all I barely noticed and couldn't have cared less. I do not remember ever hearing a single word from anybody at all about it's being a girl's bike. It was my bike.

That is not an uncommon story. When my kids were little, with no nudge from either of their parents, and no outside influences at all (this was before they went to school) they merrily trotted down the prescribed path, much to our surprise.

Solved

Whitney