relaxo maxo

There’s nothing like having a story stuck in your head; like a song on interior repeat.

Elsewhere in the world of cycling, is the call to work out just how fast we should be riding on a bike path. As my resident straight-talker said, “if you want to kit up in full road gear and ride like a total aggressive wanker, go ride on the road”.

I have to say, that I am inclined to agree, there is nothing uglier than a cyclist who has forgotten the joy of actually riding.

Yesterday, I ran into Rhyl, pedalling pinup girl for Aurecon, an everyday cyclist who is cycling every day. I took a couple of shots of Rhyl and because I am no photographer this isn’t the most perfect shot – but this ensemble was working for me in a big way. Nice upright ride in a light green colour with lovely detailing, basket on the front, airy summer stripes with beautifully matched tan pants and loafers. And she was looking happy and rested on the road.

No need for the HTC kit with the pre-drawn abdominals.

She has another bike which is more for energetic riding, but to get back and forth from the city in such style without having to change for work, it’s all about taking things at the right pace.

What are we all in a such hurry for, anyway?

Most things that are good can be savoured, they can be experienced again and again. Cheesy or breezy we are doing what we need to do when we need to do it.

Anyway, I’m sure you’re getting the message.

I’ve also been having some weird sense of worlds colliding lately. Trying to find a place to match the poetry with the pedalling. I’ve been toying with the idea of a whole series of stories about the journey of riding, not the bike. Watch this space.

But don’t feel impatient.

*wonderful bike fairy update coming, but regrettably, dreams of my 51 body are colliding with my 48 reality.