Dreaming

I’ve been having fantasies.

For once these haven’t included anything particularly sexy unless you get especially turned on by the idea of a bike-specific garage. In my fantasy I have the ability to jet-wash muddy bikes, service them and store them in a secure and purpose built space. It would be heated, and allow the muddy water to drain away (catching anything that was washed off accidentally – but we can work out the details later). Perhaps even a small bathroom to wash myself as well and mean I can enter the house clean and with the bikes sorted. Definitely a fridge and microwave with nicely chilled beers or warm pasties.

Instead I have a horribly muddy bike in a carpeted lounge in a one-bedroom flat. Outside it’s mostly dark and cold at the moment so I have no idea how I will clean it. I did get the worst off with my fancy mobile jetwash, and some washed off on the back of the car on the way home, but what seems clean(ish) at the end of the ride looks a lot less so in the sitting room. Possibly this also just adds extra frustration to my three and a half hour bike slog on Saturday.

Normally I like to start with the bad news and then finish with happy stories, but today I’m reversing the trend with this story of a guy in an Audi sports car with blacked out windows who opened his car door and knocked a cyclist under a bus.

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