The bicycle is man's purest invention; an ingenious arrangement of metal and rubber that liberates the body from the dusty plod to ride on a cushion of air, at speed or with leisure, stopping on a whim, travelling for free. Its design is simple and its maintenance inexpensive. Yet for all the ease and economy the bicycle possesses a greater quality. It offers the possibility of escape.
Rory MacLean
Four days, 274 km, no punctures, no real rain, but at times freezing cold, spectacular scenery, odd sights, bone tired.
4 comments:
And you can hear the birds singing as you're cycling!
Lots of them!
Oh, Sabine- Lovely! Can I quote you?
What a glorious ride you have. :)
(Btw- love, love the Waterboys. Waterbabies--ha!)
Thank you Jayne, you are welcome.
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