EltonFrog
Legendary Member
Ah, ok — it all clicks into place now. Things are mostly fine here, though I hardly cycle these days; the old joy has thinned out, and the roads at home don’t exactly coax one back into the saddle. And yet — irony of ironies — TFMP and I find ourselves on holiday with our Bs, pedalling along the Danube from Passau to Vienna, rediscovering a version of cycling I thought I’d misplaced somewhere between potholes and impatient, entitled, arrogant drivers.How's your Brompton doing now - has it seen much use recently? I hope all's well in your part of the world
There’s a quiet ache to it: the reminder of what riding could be. The Austrians are blessed with hundreds of miles of mostly traffic‑free paths, laid out on road surfaces so smooth and generous they feel almost like an apology from the universe. It’s the sort of cycling infrastructure we can only dream of in the U.K. — a glimpse of a gentler world where the simple act of moving forward doesn’t require bracing oneself first.
