roubaixtuesday
self serving virtue signaller
I remembered a Facebook post I made on retiring an old bike:
Eulogy for a bicycle
My first purchase with my own money, you carried me with my girlfriend through Brittany's summer fields.
Young and foolish we raced the Sunday drivers down Holme Moss.
Together we conquered the southern Alps of New Zealand and the high passes of the French Alps too.
We hauled children to the beaches of Cornwall and braved morning frosts to work.
But the strange noise turned out to be a fractured frame and even the Black Forest welder's repair failed soon.
Nonetheless for one last time together with the whole family we toured the Ardennes, 200 miles fully laden, and broken but unbowed you didn't let us down.
Farewell old friend (and inanimate object, lest we forget).
Eulogy for a bicycle
My first purchase with my own money, you carried me with my girlfriend through Brittany's summer fields.
Young and foolish we raced the Sunday drivers down Holme Moss.
Together we conquered the southern Alps of New Zealand and the high passes of the French Alps too.
We hauled children to the beaches of Cornwall and braved morning frosts to work.
But the strange noise turned out to be a fractured frame and even the Black Forest welder's repair failed soon.
Nonetheless for one last time together with the whole family we toured the Ardennes, 200 miles fully laden, and broken but unbowed you didn't let us down.
Farewell old friend (and inanimate object, lest we forget).