Can I just say before I begin that I don’t think I’m getting this cycling lark.
Now it may be perceived that I’m slightly biased, bitter even as no bikes were allowed at Chez Victoriana (our childhood home).
Too dangerous!! Yes – all those cars back in the seventies!
Even if they were, there wasn’t the money. We did have a shared trike though which saw us through the years, a rusty contraption that we used like a scooter, riding around the garden on the back.
I have fond memories of the trike.
That’s not to say I haven’t embraced the whole cycling thing though.
I was there partying in the streets on the day of the Tour de France.
I even got on a bike for the first time in my early 40’s. I had a cycle lesson and passed by my mid 40’s. I was good apparently!
And, egged on by The Kid and Mark (Iron Man as he is now known in the bike department), I found myself the proud owner of a nice lilac bike.
We don’t do things by halves in this family. Oh no!! You could describe me as hard core really!
In hindsight, I’m not sure whether I should have been slightly more verbal about the choice of bike and colour.
I’m not sure if the other two thought I was being a bit wussy from the outset.
Being described by The Kid as looking like someone from Call the Midwife on my bike is, I feel – to put it mildly – a bit of a cheek.
Anyway, I’ve been on it three times now – once a year to be precise. Last night being one of those occasions.
I’m a bit stuck without Iron Man though. Because I can’t get anywhere to cycle unless he’s around to take Lilac apart and put it in the car.
I don’t do roads you see and I’m not really a take the wheel off kind of gal. Even if I were, I’d never get it back on again.
And so out comes Lilac (what a bloody performance that is) and the bikes are crammed in the car with The Kid sat in the back. Her face pressed against the windows next to the handle bars.
Now that is dangerous!!
I guess there is good judgement in the once a year thing.
Of course it’s all very lovely.
The whole family cycling thing and the way the wind blows through my hair is just the stuff that dreams are made of. But that, I’m afraid, is where it stops. I know I certainly stop should another cyclist come towards me – freeze in fact.
So there we are, a few laps round the forest, a nice splattering of mud and then back to the car to do it all again in reverse.
Last night’s escapade was a little more adventurous in so far as I fell off. What is it they say about pride coming before a fall? Of course, I got straight back on without a fuss and continued the circuit. Hard core – remember!!
To be fair, I do quite enjoy it now and then and maybe on reflection, Lilac and I aren’t quite done yet. Perhaps we got off to a bad start and the best is yet to come.
How do you shape up as a cyclist? Are you a fair weather rider like me?
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