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night riding

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Sometimes when sad, I try to learn something
whether it is something large or something small;
but sometimes I know that there is no space left,
my mind cluttered as my house, all the sentimental bric-a-brac
gathering dust -
so, in those moments of mute indecision
I ride.

The air is clean and light, streets devoid of cars,
sometimes the lone blue glow of televisions
illuminating the other lives that I pass by.
I watch the sequencing of lights
along the empty street in front of me
indicating nothing more than, “there is the road
I ride”.

win some lose some

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Often I love reading the Gear blog. I like the music mainly, although maybe one day I’ll want to buy a Colossi frame. Possibly not. But you never know. Sometimes there are pretty bikes on there, and often they advertise events I’d like to attend.

But it rained today and I was bringing in my bike and contemplating how to lube my chain.

So this link on their blog seemed valuable when I saw it on my reader – via Gear, via Pristine Fixed blah blah.

It wasn’t valuable at all, it just reminded me that I won’t be purchasing Gnar Lube. 

I get that Gnar Lube didn’t invent lazy sexism in advertising, but they just reminded me how horrible it was to buy a bike from a bike store where the men must ingest this stuff all day long. Boring.

 

Do you remember

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This is my bike.

Only it’s not with me. It’s with a work friend, in a part piss-take part chicken dare to lend him my bike this weekend while I am away.

As I well know, from the outside, The Perfumed Steamroller can make me look like a total poser. And I’m not (totally). So when I offer/bully work colleague the bike, he seemed dubious.

Work colleague, who we shall think of as Eddie for the purposes of this dalliance with bloglebrity only, was somewhat concerned that the whole experience was going to be a total crock. Mainly due to my poser action. And hey, how different can riding a bike be? He has a bike, it works fine.

Consider him pleasantly convinced otherwise.

Small things obviously make my day, and this series of text messages totally made mine – remember how amazing it was that first time?

You started off small.

Then you built in confidence.

And you kind of thought to yourself, I could get used to this. You finish that little ride that you thought would be “enough” to see if your friend’s bike was any different, and you keep riding. It doesn’t get worse, it just gets better.

And by the end, you were totally hooked.

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