Gently does it.

"How are ye after your erm…. operation?" asked Kevin.

"Still a wee bit tender." said Bob as he gingerly lowered himself onto his bike.

Seconds later he  unsuccessfully swerved in an attempt to avoid the pot holes outside the  hair dressers. He lurched into Lamb's Lane, completely forgetting it was paved with cobble stones. A passing group of Nuns, four sailors and Mrs FP had never heard expletives like it.

As he disappeared over the railway crossing...

"Ach ya b*stards!….…" shouted Bob with every bump and rut as he faded into the distance.