For a bear avoiding a tricycle, the most depressing thing is the price of these damn things.
Seriously. You ever looked at the price? I
swear you can get a small car for the price of some of these – granted Korean
or Chinese with a 3 n-cap but still…
So you go online for some advice. Well
that’s the Tesco and Asda bikes out of the equation immediately and
Halfords…well, let’s say they have a reputation…
Looking at how much cash I had, I thought
eBay will be good.
You of course know eBay. It is one of the
most frustrating systems known to man where right up to the last second you
never know if you are going to be successful.
After about a dozen attempts, I spotted a
Specialized hybrid that the web suggested would be a good start before the
inevitable progress to drops.
Valiantly placing a bid, while setting
maximum bid, I waited, and waited and…I won.
Bloody nora, I’ve got myself a bike.
So off I went to Hipster Central in East
London and got the bike. It looked fine, cycled well and was cheap (ish).
In the sun, I bombed past London Fields, threaded
through the City, over the Thames and into Waterloo. I was a cycling god. A
Mercury on wheels...
I…
Was…
Knackered.
A five-mile ride sent rivers of sweat down
my face and armpits. On the train, people backed away as I swayed like a drunk.
Oh, my, God.
I hadn't felt this bad since I 'ran the world' in '86. Surely, I could do this. Five miles of relatively flat ground? Was it so long ago that I was vaguely fit? I walked everywhere, this couldn't be right.
After copious amounts of water and fighting back the urge to be sick, my body returned to what I laughingly called normal and jumped off the train at the next major station and rode home.
My re-introduction to cycling had begun…
After copious amounts of water and fighting back the urge to be sick, my body returned to what I laughingly called normal and jumped off the train at the next major station and rode home.
My re-introduction to cycling had begun…
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