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.
And you can hear the birds singing as you're cycling!
ReplyDeleteLots of them!
ReplyDeleteOh, Sabine- Lovely! Can I quote you?
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious ride you have. :)
(Btw- love, love the Waterboys. Waterbabies--ha!)
Thank you Jayne, you are welcome.
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