“You made hard work of that hill
this morning.”
“I was going my usual pace, you
were just going faster.”
“I was putting some effort in, that’s
all.”
“Well I was trying to put some
effort in too, and I was being creative and making up a song, do you want to
hear it?”
“Not really.”
My
wheels are a-spinning
My
tyres are a-singing
As
I struggle up Blue String Hill.
I’m
pedalling like crazy
No
chance of being lazy
If
I don’t want to be on my bill...
“Just stop right there you
daft woman and keep up with me. And don’t
go through any puddles, I washed your bike yesterday.”
I resisted temptation and
missed out on whizzing through the puddles. Not like me at all to do what I’m
told.
(NB: I christened this particular climb Blue
String Hill after some baler twine unravelled for miles along the road a couple
of years back. You can still see the
blue twine embedded in the tarmac.)
You make your bike rides sound like great fun!
ReplyDeleteFun going down hill and through puddles, not fun doing steep climbs.
DeleteYou remind me of the bike scene in Butch Cassidy.
ReplyDeleteI might have cycled a bit quicker if Butch Cassidy had been ahead of me.
DeleteWell, I would have definitely ridden through the puddles, after the way he dismissed your song !
ReplyDeleteIt was tempting.
DeleteI never knew that Paul was a songwriter. He should get together with Andrew Lloyd Webber. They could make beautiful music together.
ReplyDeleteHmm.
DeleteIf you should spot some blue (aquamarine) paint all over the tarmac at Leclerc car park, it was a friend of mine. She bought a tin and the top came off.
ReplyDeleteI shall now have to look for your blue string.
Reminds me of some blue people walking into A&E, they had been in a car crash (not badly hurt luckily) with tins of paint in the back of the vehicle.
DeleteThe song or the cycling?
ReplyDelete