So I thought to myself, there are many, many cyclists on the web who have websites, blogs or whatever and some of them are very interesting indeed. However, many of them seem to be young or youngish persons who do things which are strange to me, like cycling very fast or over very long distances. It's easy to feel somewhat elderly in these circumstances, even if in reality I'm only in my late prime. So I'm going to put up some ramblings here from time to time which may be of interest to the slightly more mature cyclist (or may not, of course).
Just to begin, a little tale from the other day which points up the generational thing. Readers from outwith Scotland may struggle a bit with the language.
I'd left my bike propped against a bridge parapet while I scrambled down the bank to photograph the flooded cyclepath. This particular bike is a fairly nondescript hybrid which I use mainly for shopping trips with the trailer, or for winter conditions. Anyway, as I came back up towards the bridge I overheard some teenagers talking about the bike. "It's no a proper bike" said one, "it's only a kid's bike." "Naw it's no!" said a second voice. "Aye it is," said the first, "it's only a kid's yin." "Naw it's no a kid's bike," persisted the second voice, "Ah seen the boay that his it an' he's aboot a hunner!"
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