When I was seventeen.
I do not mind the riding to work.
I find that even if you start your day with dread thinking, “ten more minutes” you can still start the day with a short ride, over a beautiful bridge, the river dark and muddy from the rain of the evening before.
In the square will be the clatter of voices, the filling of tummies, the inevitable bike perving and the odd smile from a sometime ride companion.
I think Jan has total silver fox presence. Just saying.
Anyone else ride to work? And is there a justifiable ratio of kilometers ridden to sausages consumed? I think 1:1. Or at least that’s what I went for.