Anyway, had to do some stuff for Uni recently, this one bit ended up being about bikes: thought I'd share, seems apt.
I ride a bike. Actually, bikes. I ride them everywhere, for everything: to work, to the shops, for pleasure. I ride hundreds of kilometres per week, thousands each year. Without bikes, my life would be very different.
Sometimes however, I hate the thought of riding my bike.
Often, this corresponds with being tired, or due to poor weather – be it cold,
wet or worst of all, windy. Usually though, I push through the feeling.
Invariably once I’m on my bike and pedalling, the negativity dissipates. In contrast,
when I drive rather than ride, or just leave the bike in the shed and sit on
the couch, a pang of guilt creeps into the back of mind. It’s almost as if
I’ve let my bikes – and myself – down.
I struggle to see a future without bikes in it. Different
experiences with them await. The most obvious of those involves my kids; their
first few wobbly rides, the first wheelie and the first jump (probably
coinciding with the first crash!). I can’t wait. I hope that I can instil in
them the same love as I have for the humble bicycle.
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