...things have escalated! Not only have I decided to commute by bike, I have also decided to blog such nonsense!
Why would I do this? I have absolutely no idea...well maybe I do.
 This will provide choice; i.e. to read or not to read, as the great man put it.  If I post such rubbish on FB it feels more forced upon, however, if I attach the link to said blog its up to you. Cezanne once said "If people like my paintings, that's their problem". I always liked that.

Why I feel the need to write about my ride to and from work is obviously of more serious concern and one that I shall attach to the mid-life crisis file!

I read quite a few blogs and have always wondered about the need to write one. I'll give it a go and see what comes spewing out. Of course there is the very realistic chance that it is simply a silly whim and like most things - I will lose interest in about two weeks - having found something else to amuse me. Anyway, enough of that self analysis crap, lets think what to write.

As this is meant to be about a commute to and from work, I should look at the journey in question to provide a minds-eye view. I have made this journey by car for over ten years and can actually tell you very little about the villages I pass through. I think this is primarily where the car lets us down. We are cocooned in these vehicles and always slightly shut off  from our surroundings. The weather plays no major part in car travel, unless of course it snows.

 A journey by bike, however, gives us a completely different viewpoint... am I to arrive at work dry? or pissed wet through to the bone! The beautifully flat road travelled by car has somehow been turned into a mini Pyrenees over night! The light south-easterly morning breeze is now showing me that it is actually the tail end of some stupidly named hurricane off the coast of Florida! All this, and it is only 7.00am!!!

47 yesterday! - mid-life crisis today!.. the consoling factor being, that this is only mid-life which would surmise another 47 to go…thank God. The said crisis has taken the form of the two wheeled variety. A Harley? No! More like a Hardly (any speed at all) comes in the version of pedal power. As the new world order has been thrust upon us in the guise of ‘austerity rules’ above all else, it is now demanded of us that we remove the blinkers of Blair and Browns bankrupt and bust ideology (as we are led to believe) and instead of just buying new we should adopt our forefathers make do and mend philosophy. Therefore, I have done up me ol’bike, granted, I have had to spend a little upon said instrument of travel, but still nowhere near a ‘bugs nadger’ the cost of a shiny, faultless, nothing wrong with, makes one drool machine…I digress! The daily commute of 15 miles (each way) has begun.