The Way to a Cyclist’s Heart

‘Great bike,’ said the old boy coming out of the shop this morning as I was getting ready to head off. ‘Aye, that’s a wee cracker that is.’

And suddenly a cold, dark, blowy February morning got a little brighter and my bike looked a little shinier and we flew home together aided by more than just a tailwind.

The words ‘nice bike’  – or variations thereof – never ever get old…

7 Responses to The Way to a Cyclist’s Heart

  1. Hasso Hering says:

    What kind of bike was that?

  2. disgruntled says:

    Just my normal bike!

  3. commuterjohn says:

    I was talking to a friend close by to the bike rack I had locked my bike to recently when a chap (not armed with bolt cutters) came back twice to study my bike.
    Nice to know that it’s not only me that appreciates my bike. It’s cost enough over the years to customise it just how I want it!

  4. Bob says:

    No truer words were ever spoken. Even better than “nice car”, or as they say in the South. “Nascar”.

    You believe that, yes?

  5. disgruntled says:

    @John – I think it’s all the various customisations over time that make it stand out…
    @Bob – cars these days are so boring, I don’t thing they get many compliments

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