Worst blog title yet? Anyway, hi Coco! After a long cold weather induced cycling hiatus, I’m finally back. Between cold weather February and my trip to America, this happened:
And, as we all know, Spring = Cycling!
I’ve proof-rided Blackie’s seat (way overdue, I think I’m meant to do that weekly) and pumped up her tyres (ow, my arms!) It took me a whole half hour to locate my lock and key. On the 9th of April I am going on the Tweed Run, which is 10 miles (plus getting to central London somehow) and if I don’t start fitness preparations urgently I will probably not make it to the tea break. I also definitely need to avoid sweaty face chic.
Today I took Blackie on the train for the first time. It was actually much easier than expected, but as Vauxhall has no step-free access I went to Waterloo and cycled to Pimlico from there to have lunch with Megan. It was a perfect day to be cycling – neither too hot or cold and not much traffic. After such a long absence I was slightly nervous about getting back in the saddle, but needn’t have worried. It was just like, well, riding a bike!
On the train, which is actually quite busy on Sundays, I found a bicycle space in the first carriage, which had very few people, unlike the carriages further down. The bike spaces are ‘flexible’, so there is a row of folding seats if there’s no bike or pram needing room. So, I got on the train with my enormous Pashley with mega wicker basket, and there was a guy sitting in the flexible space with his iPod on, playing with his phone, and instead of vacating the area for one of the many free non-flexible-space seats, he just sat there like a blob. As revenge, I took this surreptitious iPhone photo of him, and pixilated his face off, A Current Affair style. Haha.
After delicious crab salad and rose lunch with Megan, I found that some muppet had used my basket as a litter-bin. What part of a bicycle basket looks anything like a bin? The stupid thing was that there were real litter-bins available in the vicinity, but no, they had to disrespect my basket.
I should add that this is not an isolated incident! Last year I took this photo.
This was particularly insulting as it happened at work. Oh, and it’s an empty coffee cup, which means I could have had nasty stale milk stains in my basket! What kind of world is this?
The train ride home from Waterloo was much better. I easily found a space, and another bicycle even turned up – a folding bike owned by a very considerate woman who is obviously a much more dedicated cyclist than me judging by her many panniers. She secured our bikes with the Velcro straps and then untied them before my stop so I could get off in time.
And, because it’s practically summer, the clocks have just changed. Hello, light evenings!