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Jul. 21st, 2008 06:14 pmOn Saturday my car decided its clutch needed redoing. I'll get it back on Tuesday. It shouldn't cost too much.
So on Sunday I bought myself a bicycle.
London is a city built on hills. This will undoubtably assist in maintaining a basic level of fitness. I bicycled for a bit when SWMBO and I were in the Cotswolds: this was the first time I'd been on two self-powered wheels since I was fifteen. Strangely enough I didn't find myself too out of breath; my residual levels of fitness were evidently more than I had thought.
Years of lugging Marshall and Fender amplifiers have contributed to keeping me in some sort of shape. Amazing really: a physical fitness regime of rarely rising before noon; rarely turning in before 3am; and added to twenty years solid of smoking weed still hasn't dented the 6'2"145lb body that could manage 200 lengths of the swimming pool before breakfast. (I gave up on the swimming team when I discovered guitar - you got more girls with guitar.) Pretty damn surprised at this because of the pot thing, and the multiple drug abuse of my twenties, but, as with so many things, I suppose I'm just lucky.
Still, I do wonder if the bus about to mount the pavement is just around the corner?
Oh well, if I die under the wheels, Madame will never forgive me.
So on Sunday I bought myself a bicycle.
London is a city built on hills. This will undoubtably assist in maintaining a basic level of fitness. I bicycled for a bit when SWMBO and I were in the Cotswolds: this was the first time I'd been on two self-powered wheels since I was fifteen. Strangely enough I didn't find myself too out of breath; my residual levels of fitness were evidently more than I had thought.
Years of lugging Marshall and Fender amplifiers have contributed to keeping me in some sort of shape. Amazing really: a physical fitness regime of rarely rising before noon; rarely turning in before 3am; and added to twenty years solid of smoking weed still hasn't dented the 6'2"145lb body that could manage 200 lengths of the swimming pool before breakfast. (I gave up on the swimming team when I discovered guitar - you got more girls with guitar.) Pretty damn surprised at this because of the pot thing, and the multiple drug abuse of my twenties, but, as with so many things, I suppose I'm just lucky.
Still, I do wonder if the bus about to mount the pavement is just around the corner?
Oh well, if I die under the wheels, Madame will never forgive me.
