After years of riding to work in all weathers, daily dodging the cars on the M1 to commute to London for a 14-year stretch, with only the snow to get me on the train, I have become that armchair biker.
The bloke I used to laugh at. Now I am he!
On Saturday we had to go to Suffolk to visit my sister-in-laws.
"Let's go by bike,” she said.
"Okay as long as it's not p*ssing down" I said.
No longer one of the hardy-bys, the guys that laugh in the face of frostbite. Just a bloody FWB!
How can I redeem myself? When can I get out and show that:
“A bike isn’t just for summer, it’s for life”?