Bear with me.
I watched Wallander on BBC4 (i.e. the Swedish version, with subtitles) for weeks and weeks, and by the end I was convinced that I could speak some Swedish. Well, until I looked away from the TV for a moment, when I realised that Bra and Hi probably made up my Swedish vocabulary.
Similarly, cycling. I stopped at red lights yesterday behind another cyclist - ordinary bike, scruffy, him and the bike that is, slight uphill away from the lights. And what crossed my mind was that as a cyclist, and having a Superior Machine, I would see him off quite quickly.
As he disappeared up the slight hill, with me floundering about trying to get my other foot onto a pedal, I knew that I should have stayed, secure, with my illusions, and turned left instead.
Bra, eh?
Allen.
I watched Wallander on BBC4 (i.e. the Swedish version, with subtitles) for weeks and weeks, and by the end I was convinced that I could speak some Swedish. Well, until I looked away from the TV for a moment, when I realised that Bra and Hi probably made up my Swedish vocabulary.
Similarly, cycling. I stopped at red lights yesterday behind another cyclist - ordinary bike, scruffy, him and the bike that is, slight uphill away from the lights. And what crossed my mind was that as a cyclist, and having a Superior Machine, I would see him off quite quickly.
As he disappeared up the slight hill, with me floundering about trying to get my other foot onto a pedal, I knew that I should have stayed, secure, with my illusions, and turned left instead.
Bra, eh?
Allen.
