Naming your bike Horseback allows you to say phrases such as, 'Yes, it was a quick journey - I came on Horseback', which delights me. It delights me not only for the obvious reason (general hilarity), but also because: Jai & I were out walking one day in Windsor Great Park. Stunning, gorgeous Winter day with deer frolicking, sun shining, etc. We'd been out there for hours, loving it. As we were walking back towards town, just as we were passing a sign saying 'NO CYCLING' these 2 rogues approach. On bikes. On bikes worth more than my first born son. There is overwhelming evidence to suggest they are mid-get away after a Lycra heist. As they're passing us, one says to the other, 'Mwough,' silver spoons pouring from his mouth like milk sick from an overfed infant, 'is this the way you used to go on horseback?!'
We died. And so: Horseback.
As you can see, Horseback has all the mod cons - pedals, wheels, seat, thermos, etc. and also super nifty computer that tells me when I'm breaking the sound barrier (thanks to Al, via Badger), and basically, a front pouch.
It's kind of embarrassing, the front pouch. It's something I never thought I'd be into. I mean, it's not exactly hardcore, is it? (See http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sOP5raLiDSk for rules of being hardcore - I refer to it often.) Whilst pootling around Brittany, however, I discovered I LOVED it. Look! Everything I need, directly in front of me. I can stuff my face with endless snacks while riding! Where have you been all my life, front pouch? And look! a little see through waterproof pocket for the instructions! Sold. Newsflash: I am not hardcore.
I'll tell you what is hardcore - we're leaving in the morning.
By way of preparation, I will be eating and drinking all the things. Oh, and getting an emergency haircut. Game on.
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