I cycled this morning, not meaning to.
My knee has been giving me grief and I was going to give it a rest and tube it in, but I overslept and I realised there was simply no way I’d get to my 8.30 meeting if I caught the tube.I cycled, and made it on time. Surely that ain’t right?
It helped that I had a pacekeeper – a young blonde Burt Reynolds.
I’d originally planned on keeping up with this other guy on a road bike, but saw his legs were not dissimilar to those in Belleville Rendez-vous, that I thought better of it.
Mr Reynolds was an easier target.