Twas a time just a few psyops ago that I would love riding with my ‘mates’. But it was always about getting there and back, fast, about performance, and how we looked, and the bikes we rode. It was great, because we were riding, but we weren’t really experiencing. They’ve gone, my quest for performance has (mostly) gone, the bikes are still there, and they are the ones who have new ‘friends’ now.

If you’d told me me three years ago that my favourite bike to ride would be a 90s rigid 26er with a basket, I would have either laughed in your face or killed myself. If you’d said I’d be binge watching videos of normal looking folks in normal looking clothes riding normal looking bikes (with baskets) then you probably wouldn’t be reading this either.

Going for a ride. It’s what I used to do, then did, and now do. Just the M.O. has come and gone and come again. It’s the weekend. No need to call in sick. I’m my own boss. I’m going for a ride.