My Cycling Weekend, by Mr C
I'm eating an orange, it's January. Six hours ago, I was riding
past a white chalk horse en-route to standing stones and a
cheese and onion pastie. I do this a lot. There isn't always
a white chalk horse, or standing stones, or cheese and onion
pasties....but there are always other people to ride with.
I cycled 112 miles.
Yesterday I sat in the coffee shop, because that's a good thing
to do. Then I rode filthy lanes, punctured and sat in an old chapel
with people and ate dahl.
I cycled 35 miles.
Sometimes I ride alone. I ride to work alone, and sometimes at
the weekend too.....but mostly I ride with other people.
For the people. For the road.