Showing posts from May, 2016

A Tale of Two Summits: Part 2

It had the worst of views ; it had the best of views. Along with the relative silence, it was the sense of speed that I found surprising.   Things – bushes, houses, trees, pedestrians – flashed past on both sides of the road.   The distant rapidly became the close, and the near retreated with remarkable haste.   People smiled as I passed them and some children laughed.   My kids laughed.   So did my wife.   And, if the truth were told, so did I. As a kid you miss out on all kinds of things for all kinds of reasons – financial, emotional, physical.   And sometimes you can’t explain an absence at all really.   Bike riding falls into that category for me.   Somewhere along the line of childhood and adolescence I missed the part where you learn to ride a bike.   And having failed to do so at the appropriate time, I have never taken up the opportunity any other time.   I became a committed pedestrian and public transport user, until (also later than most) I got behind the