Just got my bike back – it’s been away in bike hospital, the poor dear.
Wow, on top of the new tyres and gear cables, the oiled parts and so on, a strange thing happened. At the top of the hill, just over the crest, we looked down at the lights in the distance and took off, as with a bobsled. Knees together, hunched over the front bar, in a high gear, we went faster and faster and faster until the frame and I fused into one unit and then it happened.
At take-off speed, I extended the shopping bags in each hand and like a hangglider, soared allegro very much troppo over the Beema ahead and into the troppo-sphere [lower]. Weird feeling, not unlike astral projection – don’t know if you’ve tried it – see Douglas Adams for details.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried, “I am Bicycleman! See me soar!”
In the Icarus moment a few moments later, there were no broken collarbones, not even the chicken got squashed.