Night Cycle

Leaf 335 – Looking Back

 

Motorcyclist, France (1905)

In the long hot summer of 2003, I was living far out in the countryside, commuting into London each day. This entailed an eight-mile bicycle ride each morning and again each evening, which soon made me fit as a fiddle. Setting off on the bike before 5:30am, I’d usually be home around 5-6pm – except on Friday’s, when I’d spend the evening in the pub with friends and colleagues, catching one of the last trains home. Heading out into the unlit country lanes always felt mad enough, but similarly daring myself to free-wheel down steep hills in the pitch dark was always happily enervated by a little, lingering Dutch courage!

 

 

NIGHT CYCLE

 

All my faith

centred on two wheels –

clinging to my ride.