(The blogger, upon a bike, being chased by a levitating leek) Rediscovering Happiness as a Vélocipédiste It is Monday night and I recognise that I have arrived home in a better mood than I have for, possibly, the last fourteen-nights.  But why?  There are probably numerous unfathomable depths in an answer.  But allow me to proffer you one: I cleaned my bike. Well, it was always going to be more than one…  Or at least an expansion on one, so hereinafter I shall waffle.  I cleaned my bike (Genevieve, she’s French don’t you know?), I tightened some spokes, I tweaked the brakes, I nudged the fenders in line and pumped up tires. Then I rode the freshly maintained and clean chained Genevieve to work, sailing up over the slight incline on the way, and then I smiled as I bid Genevieve a good day in the basement. Then I stayed (a quantum) later than I normally would.  Which meant I couldn’t ride safely home in the gloaming at 18:30 of the first day of spring.  So then I footpath scampered over curb and under cherry blossom the whole way home.  A bunny hop there a second of a wheelie there, I stood up and plinky plonked my way home. Sometimes that’s all it takes.

(The blogger, upon a bike, being chased by a levitating leek)

Rediscovering Happiness as a Vélocipédiste

It is Monday night and I recognise that I have arrived home in a better mood than I have for, possibly, the last fourteen-nights.  But why?  There are probably numerous unfathomable depths in an answer.  But allow me to proffer you one:

I cleaned my bike.

Well, it was always going to be more than one…  Or at least an expansion on one, so hereinafter I shall waffle.  I cleaned my bike (Genevieve, she’s French don’t you know?), I tightened some spokes, I tweaked the brakes, I nudged the fenders in line and pumped up tires.

Then I rode the freshly maintained and clean chained Genevieve to work, sailing up over the slight incline on the way, and then I smiled as I bid Genevieve a good day in the basement.

Then I stayed (a quantum) later than I normally would.  Which meant I couldn’t ride safely home in the gloaming at 18:30 of the first day of spring.  So then I footpath scampered over curb and under cherry blossom the whole way home.  A bunny hop there a second of a wheelie there, I stood up and plinky plonked my way home.

Sometimes that’s all it takes.

Clive SomervilleComment