At fifty-four, the child in me revels in riding my bike. I love the feel of the wind in my face, the struggle getting to the top of a hill, and freewheeling down the other side. Delightful! So today I’m celebrating my bike. I ride for fun and to get to the shops. Why take a car when you can go by bike?
Everyone here rides a bike and you often see old grannies riding a wobbly line in the rain while holding packets on the handlebars and an umbrella in one hand. Scary!
Have you got a bike? Do you like riding? Tell us about it in the comments.
My bike sleeps here, under the stairs, with the neighbour’s bikes to keep it company.