Always nice to know you are in exalted company. Apparently Archbishop Tutu once said, “Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realise fishing is stupid and boring.”
A Gentle day of pottering around Salisbury and out to Wilton. I took the Brompton in on the train and cycled into the diocesan offices. It was snowing when I left, and I wasn’t at all sure who was stupid: me or all those people flashing by in their cars with their heaters full on, and their in-house sound system.
The problem with the small wheeled Brompton is that it is less stable in slippery conditions. I was also a bit worried that when the chain came off, I discovered that a small cross strut on the rear part of the folding frame has rusted through after years of exposure to wet and salt. Anyone know what to do about this?
I am still as if at the early stage of the person who has given up smoking: I can’t stop thinking about how much easier it would be to just jump in the car, turn on the ignition and go. Cold Turkey was how I felt when I set off in the snow this morning.
But then I meet people who have deliberately and permanently given up their cars. A local bike mechanic told me that one year he cycled 8000 miles, and drove only 500, which makes my efforts look pretty feeble.
Tomorrow I’m off on a another Lenten Pilgrimage walk. Boots, maps and waterproof clothes in a pile by the door.