One thing has remained constant during my travels.
And that most faithful friend is well deserving of an ode
A bicycle born near Bristol
Heard a silent starters pistol
April fools! I'd not subject you to that. Just a tribute in picture form to a supporter of loads and chaser of horizons.
Many people name their bicycles but mine remains an enigma. I fret over this. In naming we imbue a thing with significance. Is it then a thoughtless lack of respect that leaves my bicycle short a sobriquet? I hope not.
She's come a long way.
Even hitchhiked when necessary
Unencumbered with anything so inelegant as a kick stand she has instead perfected the nonchalant lean.
At times I could barely recognize her