There are times in my life when I have never even owned a bike. Others when I took it all far too seriously. Riding has been a key activity in my life and I own two bikes at the moment. One road bike and one off road bike. Niether getting much use, but this blog I hope will change that.
There are three types of bike rides in my opinion, wobbly ones when you are with the kids, fast ones when you are with cyclist nutters when you can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t think. Then there are the thoughtful ones, where the destination is not important, when you stop to look at trees, flowers and fields and experience the journeys and the conversations that journeys inspire. Lets spin those miles and let the ramblings begin.
There is the fourth bike; thats the one your were riding when Francesco Moser could'nt chase you down in the last mile and a half, the one you rode over Mount Ventoux with Lucien Van Impe, the one Freddy Maertens nearly brought you down from when he managed to get round you and beat you by half a wheel. In fact it's the same bike you were riding when you got promoted to that directorship. When you bought a new set of wheels for it you had just gone self employed and had turned over a hundred and eighty three grand in 18 months. You put some paniers on it one year and had that fantastic family holiday in New Zealand.
Yeh; I was looking for that bike a couple of days ago!
