Bikes. Twitter. And stuff...

Twitter is a random thing. I have acquired bike followers but don't know how, as the only time I tried something remotely daring whilst on my bike (a slight detour to the designated path) I fell off. And cried. Then carried on (like any good cyclist should) and stopped on a hill, only to fall off again. This time I swore quite badly, and an old lady looked at me disgustedly then walked away without checking I was ok. I cried again. And had baddie knees.

This makes me a girl in a weird looking helmet with cool looking gloves which seem to do very little to combat the cold. (And such a snug fit, doesn't do my moisturised hands much good).
Anyway I like being part of the biking family, I feel like a comrade even though I have no idea what they're talking about and no desire to join them on their death defying flings down a mountain.

And it's made me more careful around cyclists on the road. I don't want to be named and shamed for knocking a biker off his steed. To feel the wrath of a biking community would be like putting your finger in a shredder then dousing it with salt.

And what's with this n+1 business? My husband (bike fanatic - nay, obsessive), has 10 bikes and wants more. We have a fairly decent sized house but no garage. A shed and a bike shed but our study is housing at least 3 bikes as well. And he wants more. The other day I actually used the words "children in africa have nothing but you want another 3 bikes!" I couldn't think of any other way to make him understand how I felt about more bikes. That the answer is no.

At least he has a hobby I suppose. One that makes him happy and has made him a few friends. Who, in turn have become my friends, of a sort. Who make me want to go out on my bike and be super fit, and talk about bagging my latest KOM on strava. (Yeah, totally don't know what that means, just heard the hubby say it).

But I will be sticking to the flat, uncomplicated paths with the family thank you very much. The paths that have rainbows and bunny rabbits and Tarmac. And occasionally a cafe with coffee cake and cheese scones. Right, salivating, now time to saddle up...