31 July 2011
i love my bike
this is my 1950s bike. purchased in vauxhall, south london. its been, well everywhere with me. done many miles. one trip, i cycled 24 miles in the july heat in spain, stupidly, a dip in the pool on the return journey was much needed. cycled up hills, one steep hill near crystal palace, i remember a modern cyclist past me gears and all, half way up the hill i saw him off bike walking, whilst i rode past, without gears, concentrating on my pedal movement, right to the top!!!! pleased.
will i be able to use this lovely machine in the future? probably not, should i pass it one to someone that could? maybe. the idea is to clean her up, make her sparkle, then pass her on. (im still getting used to the idea of passing my unusable things on, a lot less traumatic then saying, getting rid of them).
since january ive had a clean out. lots of treasures, have found new homes. i still feel a tug, a pull, the items dont define me, yet why do i feel so attached?
losing this bike will be a biggy. i love my bike.