Last week was summer here in Scotland. This week it's October again. I cycled round the circumference of our neighbouring island on Wednesday and again on Thursday. No particular reason, just recreation (read house work avoidance). I have a folding bike, very versatile and light but with tiny wheels and only three gears. This week I graduated to a large wheeled grown up bicycle with 28 gears. I used to go on these Susie Madron Cycling for Softies holidays in France and have walked up many a hill because I didn't know how to work the gears on my bike. For a smart broad I can be pretty dumb sometimes. I used to think people who cycled up hills had legs of iron and wills of steel. I feel quite cheated now, knowing all they were doing was reducing their ratio (increasing their ratio?). Haven't quite got the hang of the maths yet but I do know if you click these little levers on your handlebars you don't have to sweat and strain and curse anymore. Well, cursing optional.
Now I want lime green, skin tight lycra. I don' care if I only pass one old lady, a dog and two rabbits on my morning cycle, I just want it, okay?