I, Icarus

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.

4 comments for “I, Icarus

  1. September 19, 2012 at 22:44

    I hope you looked as good as that painting as you flew by!

    How about this poem: Mrs Icarus by Carol Ann Duffy – casting no aspersions at all, by the way…..


  2. Amfortas
    September 20, 2012 at 02:36

    That song hurt me more than your landing hurt you, JD. It was an awful catawawl.

  3. Rossa
    September 20, 2012 at 07:39

    Ahhh…ET going home 😉

  4. liz
    September 20, 2012 at 17:56

    Go BicycleMan!

Comments are closed.