I must say, since I've been cycling, I've spoken to more strangers than
ever.
First, a few weeks ago, it was the fat guy in his 60s outside Lidl, who
had found most of his bike dumped at the side of the road, and who had
found the rest of it dumped in a skip, who was reliving his youth by
cycling far and wide. Interesting guy, who regaled me with tales of
long-gone cyclists and bike shops.
Next was the guy who I followed for about a mile on the Taff Trail
because it turned out that his natural speed was exactly the same as
mine. I finally felt I should shout out that I wasn't stalking him, and
pulled up alongside. We chatted about this and that for the next 5 miles
or so, a nice change for us both, until we parted at Taff's Well.
Today, on the train back from Barry Island (this time, I went via the
Taff Trail to my mate's house in Cardiff Bay, then across to Sully via a
nice country road. Much easier) a guy who parked his bike next to mine
asked "Is that your bike?". When I replied in the affirmative, he said
"Nice saddle!", at my luvverly Brooks (cheers Pete!), and we chatted
about Things Bike until he got off at Cathays.
Very civil.
--
Keith Willoughby http://flat222.org/keith/
"Suspected murderer of Tupac murder suspect murdered"