Rain drops
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Yesterday, on the bike, I was thinking about happiness, and how such simple things as a good downhill corner, a sudden stretch of new smooth road, or a bunch of galloping balls of wool with spindly legs (sheep) blindly hurtle dead ahead instead of swerving to the side, puts me into such a good mood. It's akin to a light pinging on in the mind, before fading back away as I desperately try to hold on to the feel good moment.
I'm sure cyclists in past times derived every bit as much fun out of their lesser marvels of technology, even back to Penny-Farthing times. (Though not, perhaps, Hobby-Horses.) I plan on finding an old early 1950's steel Raleigh roadster (with toe-clips and a large round dial handlebar mounted cable driven speedo) as I happily rode as a teen. I'd love to recall how it really felt, now I've been spoiled by carbon fibre wizardry, and all that. Just a nice fancy.
I'm sure cyclists in past times derived every bit as much fun out of their lesser marvels of technology, even back to Penny-Farthing times. (Though not, perhaps, Hobby-Horses.) I plan on finding an old early 1950's steel Raleigh roadster (with toe-clips and a large round dial handlebar mounted cable driven speedo) as I happily rode as a teen. I'd love to recall how it really felt, now I've been spoiled by carbon fibre wizardry, and all that. Just a nice fancy.