Motorbikes and pushbikes
So I dropped off the cage at the panel beater this morning to get some rust fixed. I'd been a clever bastard and brought my push bike along thinking that it would be a pleasant way to get to the university... it's less than 10 kms and it's flat. All good.
Think again!
I haven't been on the pushbike for just about half a year and in the mean time I've taken up motorcycling and have done about 4,000 kms on the ZXR over the last two and a half months.
I don't think I've ever tried anything quite as awkward as getting back on my pushbike. I used to bike a lot and were both confident and comfortable on the thing. But not today - I felt an utter lack of stability and braking power. While I overtook other cyclists I still felt as if I was effectively sitting still...
Am not looking forward to getting back on it to pick up the car on thursday! And I'm sure going to take the bus home today.
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