Had a wonderful ride in Richmond Park today, trying to get
used to cleats for the first time. And
for some reason, I came over ‘all Shakespeare’.. being Anglais and all … enjoy
.. (perchance) ..
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Ridicule and Mockery of non-cleated cycling,
Or to take feet against a road of potholes,
And by cleating them: to panic, to fall
And to fall, and possibly dent my bike and pride
The heart-ache, and the thousand pieces of tarmac
That would imbed in my flesh? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly not to be wished.
But to cleat, to look fabulous,
To fabulously ride faster in my Dreams; Ay, that saddle
..now
There’s the rub…
(But that is another story for another day in the Park…)
the rub .. followed by the thud
ReplyDeleteactually I think that if Will was around now he would have been a city cyclist and lived in the east end ... suspect cleats would have been beyond him though ... I don't really see him as the physically coordinated type
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