So Helen bought a new bike (Gazelle) and we had a good day, and were meant to meet up for a picnic at the Domain, so three of us got out our bikes and set off from Te Atatu. Apart from a terrible squeak in my bike, which got so bad it sounded like I had a couple of geese trapped in the panniers, we had a great trip to the first stop at Pt Chev for a coffee. There we decided that I would go on down to Adventure Cycles near Western Springs, and see if we could rid ourselves of the noise. Dear old Bruce was willing and able - it was merely a broken spoke - and before long the three of us were hurtling forwards towards the Domain again. A very pleasant trip and much needed. The only I will say about the agony I found myself in at the end of the day, trying to get comfortable in easy chair with book, was that the lack of bicycle-specific exercise recently has worked havoc on my joints. A couple of panadol, some baking soda in warm water (for the lactic acid build up) and a hot water bottle and I am fully restored. Ready for the next trip.
Oh, I want to ride one of these fabulous looking bikes! My heart aches to. . . they are just so beautiful on so many levels.
We started out a small group of women in Te Atatu, Auckland, New Zealand, recently determined to return to the art of 'slow cycling' and the joys of getting places in style on two wheels. The group now includes the odd man, who is, of course, a 'handlebro'. This is a record of our ongoing adventures.