In my day to day life I cycle to work. People think it strange that a person of my age doesn’t have a driving licence, but I’ve always lived in big cities with decent public transport links, so have never really needed to.
I love cycling because not only is it great for the environment, but it’s also great for the body and mind. I’ve recommended picking up cycling to any number of friends who have expressed concern over their mental wellbeing.
My stolen bike was nothing special. It was a bit of a workhorse, reflective of the distance that it was used for to get to the workplace that I worked at when the decision of bike was made. The plan was always to buy something a little more nimble as soon as I’d settled in to my new role at a new company, but I fear I’m going to feel the short term loss of my bike in a way I never would have expected to. My bike has been a bit of a lifeline to sanity these past few weeks. Each morning I would rise at a normal hour and head out for ten miles or so, mimicking the journey that I would make to (and from, due to lockdown limitations of one bit of exercise per day) to the office. It brought a little bit of routine to unusual times. The exercise h
David Byrne wrote much more eloquently of the importance of riding in his Bicycle Diaries. For some reason WordPress will not allow me to link to it, but it’s worth a Google.
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