Love the rain in LDN these days – it pours well, more like the monsoon back home than the dreary, fickly drizzle this city usually gets.
I love the sun – always have, but more so in LDN since I know I’ll soon be spending months in a row begging for a good sight of it.
The rain, accompanied by those loud thunderstorms and lightening, wrecked my plans for a century ride to Brighton today. Still, finding it really hard to diss it. In fact, wishing for some more… rather lots more… before a dry day tomorrow :)
Spent 9 quid on two cycling magazines. Spent half an hour figuring how to hide them from the partner. :|
Just realised that even the marked ‘Live’ news on BBC is sometimes delayed by at least 15 minutes.
Barack Obama’s convoy passed in front of me as I was cycling back from Marylebone some time back and BBC News is showing it on TV right now as Live news.
In other news, cycled to High Wycombe today – only 60kms but about 500m climbing over 2-3 spots. Didn’t have the time or energy to cycle back. Really need to work on my climbing muscles :|
I need to start cycling.
For my sanity, if not for the body.
Feeling too stale.. too bland.. too devoid of emotion and interest these last few weeks.
Need to get out on the road and feel the air again…
Need to feel the pain in legs, a sore ass and the cold wind on face … to feel the beauty of the ride…
I need to start cycling. Soon.
A tweed coat, a light muffler, tight jeans and a baggy sweater. A thief. Away she rode her red schwinn bike, off with my stolen heart.