My Bike Looks Old, But It’s Not Old Enough For A Bus Pass, Surely?
Yesterday I was riding Siegfried, my Pashley. It’s not a fast bike, but it’s elegant (positively suave, in fact!), and ideal for taking luggage - I’d run out of clean shirts at work, and needed to re-supply without turning up looking like I’d already slept in them.
Anyway, I had a meeting to go to in the morning. As I set off I passed some yoofs, one of whom called out that my bike must be at least a hundred years old (which brought a smile to my face and a ring of my ding-dong bell). He then offered me £20 for it, which didn’t make me smile so much.
Anyway, a few minutes down the road I got passed by a bus:
It it my imagination, or did that bus pass me bloody close?
Workout:
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 09/21/2010
- Total Time: 3:15:00.00
- Calories: 1899
- Distance: 40 miles
- Average Speed: 12.31 mph
