Not that anyone has missed me yet, but I'm back with a little droplet of something else...
It struck me there are certain things that when learnt as a young person, stay with one and are refined, altered, adapted and re-invented to suit the individual. I thought of this when cycling to Pilates this morning.
My bicycle has been a bit poorly and is at this present moment being attended to. At last. My heartfelt thanks to Mr Joe Rideout. Which is also the reason why I'm not sat with the girls having a Super Skinny Cappuccino (small Americano, large cup, fill to top with foam, sprinkles optional.) I have become so dependent on my bicycle that I never walk anywhere anymore. It takes too long.
And yes, I always wear a helmet after nearly being knocked off three times in the space of twenty minutes. And the tightest, fluorescent cycle clips...apparently, rather retro.
So what of my bicycle enlightenment?
Firstly, my Cycling Proficiency Test was the first exam I ever really got nervous about. I always had a bike and went out with friends after school and weekends. It was fun. It was what we did. Homework. Off on bike until supper. Good appetite and sound sleep. Being examined on my technique and awareness of surroundings was incredibly daunting. Quite scary. Still remember wobbling like a novice on my right-turn...
Secondly, my balance remains unchanged. Bravo.
Thirdly, I'm a green, environmentally aware member of the community. I recently entered Snack-a-Jacks Confessions of a Shopaholic competition. I asked for a Pashley Princess Bicycle. My 40 words or less was "Mature student who would very much like to arrive for lectures looking every inch the Little Miss Environmentally-Fantastic!!" Keeping fingers crossed and will let you know.
Fourth and finally. It doesn't matter what condition a bicycle is in or how old the attachments are, chances are that some little toe-rag will pinch it or something from it. Front lights in my case. I am pleased that two of my friends have in the past confronted borrowers of their cycles and liberated their trusty two-wheeled modes of transport. And from what I've heard, fiesty girls who rely on their bicycles should not be crossed!
I do have a question though, is it just me or is the wind always headed in wrong direction when one is late/wearing a skirt or having just eaten...?
Fondest regards,
Miss Tip
