Four wheels bad, Two wheels good
In my neverending, and to date fruitless, quest to avoid becoming an egg-shaped man, I have bought myself a shiny new bicycle. My previous bike has been a sturdy warhorse since my Confirmation, but like all good things, I feel it has come to its end for me.
Being a pernickety kind of person, and the kind of child who went home from fingerpainting classes with no paint on him at all, it has been kept in quite good condition. However the relentless forces of entropy cannot be denied forever. So when I got a puncture a few months ago I took stock.
Of my five initial gears, I had only two remaining, and one of those only worked if I kept my thumb wedged in the little gear leaver to stop it slipping back to its default gear.
Also, the weight of the bicycle may have exceeded that of the rider for much of its life.
So rather than repair, I repurchased.
I found that in the great number of years I had been away from the bike market, awesome changes had swept over it. In particular an entire new category of bike had emerged- the comfort bike.
I am in favour of comfort, particularly when it is my own, and I decided that this warranted further study. Sure enough, these bikes had all the wholesome goodness one would expect. Mudguards, carriers, but also such exotica as front wheel and seat suspension.
I was entranced, and found what I was looking for (at nearly o75 less than everywhere else) in City Cycles in Parnell St. A blue Raleigh Pioneer 160. I have since been commuting to work and despite my horrible levels of unfitness, I am greatly enjoying the feeling of gliding through the traffic, and drifting over the holes in the road.
4:20:30 PM 
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