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 flat222.orgkeithOpen ↗ "Suspected
murderer of Tupac murder suspect murdered"