July 18th, 2008
Crushed
Commuting Panda
Now I know how the lone breakaway feels when they are caught by the bunch with metres to go.
Normally my wife and I car share the journey to work. This week, inspired by the need to get slim enough to fit into a new surfing wetsuit, I have been trying to cycle to work every day. We leave the front door at the same time, and so far I have been locking up my bike at work as my wife has driven onto the car park.* Naturally I have raised my arms in the air in the manner of a Tour de France.
This morning I again made good progress, but in the last 250 metres, as I exited the last roundabout before work I caught a glimpse of the old Beetle over my shoulder. I put in a last superhuman effort up the bastard climb to work but it was all in vain as she came cruising past.
I was crushed in defeat.
* Yes I do feel guilty that the car only has one person in it this week, but after work I have been riding to the stables to do the horses** while my wife has been driving home, so while the car only has half it’s usual occupants at least it is only doing half it’s usual mileage.
** You read it right. Bikes, surfing and horses. I’m spreading myself too thin to be good at all three.
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