Bikes

I went looking for a good pair of walking shoes at our local outdoor equipment store today and saw this display of bikes. I didn't find the shoes, but I gave a little thought to getting a bike, a very little thought. I'm sure I'd kill myself so I'll leave the biking to someone else. There are a lot, and I mean a lot, of bikers where I live. Most are very accomplished and experienced although some are downright suicidal. At times they make it difficult to drive the city streets because they don't seem to operate with the same road rules that cars do, although it's my understanding that they're supposed to. In any event, it makes for an entertaining morning commute.

When I went to France a couple of years ago I had romantic visions of biking a country road with a basket full of French bread and flowers, but it didn't work out. I haven't given up though. One of these years I'll get back to England and I'll try it there, without the French bread.