Confessions of a cycle pervert

“As a kid I had a dream – I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe the world. I lived for that bike. Most kids left their bike in the backyard at night. Not me. I insisted on taking mine indoors and the first night I even kept it in my bed”

John Lennon

Dear diary,

Today I saw a gorgeous Lapierre Spicy 914. It looked shop new. The poor bike’s owner hadn’t taken her off road yet. You could still see the dimples on the tires. Maybe the pilot didn’t want something so lovely to get dirty…

In the afternoon I glanced up from my coffee. What I saw took my breath away. A black Reynolds 853 steel fixie. Unfortunately my view was marred by the flowing skirt of the rider. She was a thing of beauty. With her golden spokes, American classic wheel rims…ahhh

Until next time…

Yours,

Mr Simple

Okay I am a cycle pervert. Pretty much everybody knows it. Now you do too. I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of bikes as they fly past me on crowded city streets. More than once I have tripped while day dreaming about a bike that I had seen chained to a tree. I’m not sure if I love bikes more than I hate cars, but boy I sure do love bikes.

On occasion I take the bus, but if I have to wait too long I become annoyed at myself for not having biked because I know I’d be there already. There aren’t enough superlatives to describe travelling by bike. Its a curious vehicle where the pilot is also the engine. It’s one of the few human inventions that heavy reliance on makes you a better person. It’s the perfect transport option, an impeccable form of recreation and a hobby that is wonderful to have.

If you are looking for one thing to simplify your life, make your life better, be kinder to the environment or if you just like having fun…ride a bike!

Right got to go. Hills to ride!!

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