I popped back to good ol' Evans Cycles Waterloo Cut today to see some of the gang. It was jolly good to see them but mildly upsetting too. They recounted some of their latest trips and what the summer has coming up. I haven't been riding for a very long time and that's 'bad'. I remember back then when I used to go riding A LOT and it was 'good'. Hopefully a move back to London will mean more free time, less tiredness and more oppourtunites to get out in the hills. I want to do stoopid stuff off-road and do many miles on-road with an overloaded bike. In fact, I want to be back here:
Might this have been the last time I was truly free?
Don't be silly, I'm free everytime I'm on my bike! Certainly when compared to the space-craving fools in their masive metal boxes. Yesterday I was properly weathered (snigger) on the way home from work with 'torrential' rain and hailstones that stung any exposed flesh. I was wet-through in minutes but cruising through the traffic jams, as normal, all I could do was laugh manically. MWHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah, the feeling of being truly 'connected' to the world...
Yes, cycling is the answer. I'm sure regular riding and cycling trips to Wales, Scotland, Peaks 'n' Lakes & maybe France would cure all ills.
"So, why are you indoors, writing this when it's an extremely gorgeous day outside and should really be riding?"
(Gotta wait for a man to come fix my shower. Buggerit.)
Get a ride, George, & get a damn life!
