She recently commented that "wouldn't it be nice if we could go for bike rides together"
Now I've been married for over 32 years (to the same lovely lady) and I now speak (through bitter and painful experience) fluent henpeck.
What my beloved meant was: Go and Buy a Bike to keep Me company. Do it now.
So I did.
Through the usual sources on TradeMe I got a lovely pseudo-mountain bike for $110.
I call it a pseudo-mountain bike for two reasons.
- It is well made and solid, but has no front or rear suspension
- I have absolutely no intention to take it near a hill, let alone a bloody mountain. Do I look that mad? (Don't answer)
I/We intend to go for gentle meandering cycles along the Hutt River. Flat. Paved or at least metalled tracks.
Only one slight problem. My bike has 18 gears and can go like stink. My beloved's has 6 gears, is made of cast iron and lead, and won't go above 3 kph. As she is intending to take our little dog with us on our "cycles" I have fitted a special large basket to carry the little pooch when it gets tired.
I'm thinking of having a laminated sign made up to hang around my neck.
It'll have the words I'M NOT WITH THEM on it.
The sun's shining, the weeds are growing so fast you can almost hear them, so I must repair to the garden.
Where's my Glyphosate?
It reminds me of the Pink Floyd song (Syd Barrett).
ReplyDeleteI've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
Take time to ride with the one you love.
ReplyDeleteTo quote Metallica,
"Nothing else matters".
Thanks again for the chuckle: you speak "fluent henpeck". Your blog is now my official little read of the day to give me a lift. Carry on.
ReplyDeleteTracy.
No worries.
DeleteThanks so much. It's nice to know that my pain and anguish is causing others' enjoyment.