The first day of spring and time to get my bicycle out of its winter hibernation
The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.
Over the winter months I seem to have done nothing but sit.
Reading, blogging, watching tv.
Time to get the old muscles working again.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
So out comes the bike for an early morning trip to the allotment.
The tyres are soft, so a quick hunt for the pump ensues.
Life is like a ten-speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.
And I set off. Slowly at first, just to regain my balance.
Already my leg muscles are beginning to feel stretched and a little sore.
Whenever I see an adult on a bicycle, I have hope for the human race
I start huffing and puffing,
my little heart pounding as I struggle with a small incline
Cycle tracks will abound in Utopia
I resist the temptation to dismount and push
- don't give in - you can do this
The bicycle has done more for the emancipation of women
than anything else in the world.
Susan Anthony 1895
I finally reach my destination, breathing heavily.
I swing my leg over the saddle
And my legs turn to jelly as I try to stand
It is astonishing how unfit I have become over the winter.
Now all I have to do is cycle back home again.
Someone pass me the 'Deep Heat'.