GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
boring conf call time, after I started work before 06:30 am this morning
Many of you will be aware of the existence of the Copenhagen Cycle Chic blog. I tell you this city can shake you to your roots. Especially when what passes for Summer 2015 arrives.
I have never been anywhere on earth where there are so many people, stunningly attractive, gorgeous, people riding on bikes. London has its lookers, for sure. But they are rare pearls and rarely seen on bikes, where, of course you can judge a finely turned ankle, and a sculpted calf, and where shorts and short skirts abound, a well hewn quad or hamstring as you bowl along the cycle lane. You can stand here at a set of traffic lights, or in a street café, and every few minutes you are at risk of falling in lust, and thus dribbling into your (fantastic) coffee, and if you watch the world go by you are at risk of falling in love at first sight at least once an hour.
And such is the pleasing beauty of so many of the passing folk, who roll through your field of view, that you could spend some time here and begin to question all manner of things about the supposedly certain nature of your orientation and sexual preferences.
These people on bikes here are freakin' gorgeous!
and, thank goodness, my wife flies out on Sunday
Many of you will be aware of the existence of the Copenhagen Cycle Chic blog. I tell you this city can shake you to your roots. Especially when what passes for Summer 2015 arrives.
I have never been anywhere on earth where there are so many people, stunningly attractive, gorgeous, people riding on bikes. London has its lookers, for sure. But they are rare pearls and rarely seen on bikes, where, of course you can judge a finely turned ankle, and a sculpted calf, and where shorts and short skirts abound, a well hewn quad or hamstring as you bowl along the cycle lane. You can stand here at a set of traffic lights, or in a street café, and every few minutes you are at risk of falling in lust, and thus dribbling into your (fantastic) coffee, and if you watch the world go by you are at risk of falling in love at first sight at least once an hour.
And such is the pleasing beauty of so many of the passing folk, who roll through your field of view, that you could spend some time here and begin to question all manner of things about the supposedly certain nature of your orientation and sexual preferences.
These people on bikes here are freakin' gorgeous!
and, thank goodness, my wife flies out on Sunday
