Blinkety Blink

There’s something rather comforting, when you’re cycling along a long and lonely country road at dusk, to look up and see ahead of you the blinking light another bike approaching. And even when you get close enough to see that, bikes aside, you couldn’t be more different – he crouched over his handlebars, pedalling fast and smoothly, be-helmeted and be-lycrad; you pootling along between potholes with your scary yellow jacket the only concession to bike wear, and that only because it’s getting dark – you still exchange cheery greetings and are warmed for a mile or two afterwards with the knowledge that there’s at least one person out there as mad as you are.

6 Responses to Blinkety Blink

  1. emma c says:

    Yes ma’am. Funny isn’t it, how strangers can somehow inspire each other..

  2. John Gibson says:

    I don’t mind it when they are approaching, it’s when they are going the same way has me and passing me with ease even though they are much older.
    John

  3. disgruntled says:

    emma – indeed
    John – yeah, that’s happened to me too. Although I’ve found it’s the old ones you generally have to watch out for

  4. WOL says:

    There is something to be said for the belycraed, behelmeted “serious” becyclers. They do tend to give one a sense of scale. However, if I had to choose between camps, sign me up for the pootling along between the potholes crowd. My life is “serious” enough as it is. I could definitely do with less “serious” and more pootling about.

  5. disgruntled says:

    I suppose in the end there shouldn’t really be camps to choose from. Just whatever works to get people onto two wheels.

    Nothing to stop you pootling now, if you can find a quiet road or path to pootle on.

  6. WOL says:

    “…if you can find a quiet road or path to pootle on.” —

    Ah, there’s the rub! — to coin a phrase. . .

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