Well, I’ve gone and got myself some new wheels – two, rather than four. I am in no position to afford a new car, and frankly I don’t want one. As I indicated in a previous post, I am determined to make a transition to a healthier lifestyle. Whether that means obliterating a car completely from my life has yet to be determined. Nice bike, isn’t it? And where, pray tell, is it sitting? That happens to be my office at the school. Yes, I have finally got off my backside and pedalled my way to work. I intend to keep this up, come rain or shine.
I was a little self-conscious cycling past school pupils on the way to work, knowing how they can sometimes react in an over-the-top fashion to the sight of anything out of the ordinary. A member of staff on two wheels might provoke a similar reaction to news of aliens landing at the White House. Okay, now I’m being over-the-top, but you know what I mean: “Gasp! It’s Mr. Sloan on a bike!”
I could have fixed up my old bike, but I took the notion to get a new one. It’s nice to ride a bike that you can feel some trust in. The chain on that old one used to let me down regularly; I was always afraid to lift my bum from the seat when pedalling hard, for fear that the pedals would slip, then my groin and the frame would have a painful close encounter. The new bike was £200. I could have bought a cheap one for £75, but I thought I’d go for quality. It hardly breaks the bank. When you think about it, £75 is little more than one tank of diesel in my 4×4’s engine; little more than 350 miles drive-time. Amazing how we throw our money away.