So I have definitely decided that until I begin the LEJOG, yeah that's what all the cool kids call lands end to john o'groats these days, (by cool kids I obviously mean cycling geeks, like myself I hasten to point out before I alienate myself from the cycling fraternity as well as the general public and find myself alone, weeping in the windy wastes beyond the walls of the city humanus societas ((Latin for civilised society to the uncouth among you)) (((am I alienating myself further? Oh I am. shit))) ) this blog will have to be a weekly thing.
Right then where did we get to last time. Ah yes we learnt all about the preparation procedure undertaken before each ride. I am going to carry on in this patronising tone by the way, I find it quite comfortable and I think I may even take it up as my general conversational demeanour, that'll be nice for you won't it now. I'm not really it's too much effort. In this post I would like to try and convey the feeling of freederm (little "in" joke there, makes you feel like your part of something eh? if you could imagine that I gave you a little nudge and a wink as you read it that'd be just great) that you get from the very basic, almost primitive pursuit of cycling.
For those of you that don't often ride a bicycle then this post is aimed mainly at you but if you do you may just enjoy reading it and thinking in your head or maybe even aloud "yeah, yeah I do feel like that and in fact I cant wait to go for another ride just for fun like. You know?" you may even think "you know what? I've never really noticed just how much I do actually enjoy my cycling until I just read that" which may in turn lead you to thinking something like "If everyone cycled everywhere this world would be a completely awesome place to live. Wow I've just realised that cycling should be the worlds new religion. Just think every man, woman and child worshipping in the church that is the road on the pews that are their saddles. Every single one of them striving towards healthy bodies and minds. But wait a minute this religion needs a prophet, who should the prophet be?" and then something might dawn on you and you might think "Of course, it was James and his blog that showed me the way" and then an image might appear before you. It could be in your cereal or in one of the pictures in your newspaper or magazine, but what might it be???? who might it be??? it could be me and I might be saying "enlightened!" to which you might give a confused stare to which I might say "enlightened!, you thought 'of course it was James and his blog that showed me the way' but if your going to spread the word I would just prefer 'enlightened me' to 'showed me the way', it just sounds more........well more religiony for lack of a better word. After all if your going to put me at the head of a new global religion then I'd quite like it if I were to come across as being quite holy. Disciple" I suspect that you would then think "He is the prophet and I am his disciple and being his disciple I should ACTUALLY FOLLOW THE BLOG PROPERLY AND SIGN UP TO BEING A DISCIPLE NOT JUST READ IT FOR FUN WITHOUT COMMITTING TO IT LIKE SOME TRAMP WATCHING A PREMIER LEAGUE MATCH THROUGH A CURRYS WINDOW."
I've kind of run out of time now to tell you how great cycling is but its bloody good right. So good in fact that I'm going for two today. Oooh get me doing two bike rides. Seriously though if you have a bike I would seriously recommend that you seriously think about going for a razz about your town or village, it's wicked. You can swoop around between parked cars and moving ones pretending your in a little space ship in star wars or if your a bender you could draw a little zig zag on your head and be Hawee Potter on his little stick. It's great to be like a little kid again and on a bike is about the only place you can do it without getting locked up because you joined in a game of 45 and out down russell park with a bunch of 12 year olds and there was a bit of controversy over how close to the base Peter was staying and it got a bit out of hand. "But how can it be assault when I came off worse though innit" doesn't stand up in a court of law and neither does "but your honour Peter was doggy watching"
none of that happened. honest.
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BYEEEEEE LOVE OOOOH

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