I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike….(so the song goes)
I am not talking about a pushbike, I am talking about one that goes brum, brum.
Unfortunately there is no parking near my new job and it would take me a while to get through the traffic in a car anyway before I even get to using the park and ride bus system. As there is a perfectly good motorcycle parking bay by the offices, it looks like I will be forced to ride a motorbike to work (plus I don’t need to do the school run anymore – although sidecars are an option).
So as we approach the milder months I will hopefully be dusting down my oversized motorbike jacket (which is so masculine I look like a dyke on a bike) and jumping on something that can make me nip round the traffic into time at all and park without the need to buy a ticket (just don’t tell my Mum).
I am quite excited and nervous about returning to bike riding but it’s all good in the midlife crisis hood….
This blog is for UNICEF.
Thanks for reading.