Three blokes. Two talking. One cafe. Lunchtime.
…so you have been doing a bit then?
Yeah. Up for more.
Not on weekends, but can do the week.
Let’s sort it.
The fourth cross bike of the day flies past in the opposite direction. ¾ length shorts. Racing cap. Rucksack. Body movement suggests new rider.
Two lads pass on fixies. No brakes, unstable, fighting uphill.
Team sky kit. Lots. Garmin kit. Less. A reasonable lick, a blur of ankles.
A young lady gently rolls through the park. Clean bike. Polished springs beneath saddle. Wicker basket astride bars.
It’s started to happen. We’re all cyclists now.
Cycle art via Gaansari