Pedalling about

Yesterday I took my new bike for a spin to my grandparent's house and managed to pick up a rather long nail in my rear tyre. Psssssst... Bugger. Had to grab a lift back in grandpa's car and then sort myself out with a new tube. Today I had a little more luck though and managed to get all the way down to my mate's place just east of the city. We then rode into the Central Markets together where I watched her compete with plenty of other tight arses for the reduced fruit and veg stock! It was quite funny, they just dump all the vegies on the table and people rifle through and pull out what they want, 3 pieces for $2. Bargain! I bought myself some cheese and asparagus, just cos it was cheap. The Central markets are a little bit crazy for me. There are always a million people in there, all pushing their way between the stalls. And I guess when the prices come down people get even pushier.

We cycled back slowly and then I began my return voyage up the hill towards TTG. I am all for cycling around rather than driving, but I don't see how people can do it for fun. I mean, what is fun about cycling up long hills? I hate it. And there are a lot of hills heading towards the hills (funny that). I was cursing the headwind, the slope and any law of physics that dictated it was harder work for me to pedal uphill than down. But I must say that the new bike made it a much pleasanter journey than I would have expected. Being able to change gears was a great start! And I am proud to say that I am yet to fall off my bike after forgetting that my feet are attached to the pedals. What would make it pleasanter still would be drivers realising that a bike lane is for bikes, not their 4WDs. It feels like it's not a matter of if I get knocked off, but when, and how bad it will be...