Trikes and (odd) bikes.

Since my wife, Shirley, died suddenly of cancer two years ago I have been struggling uphill. My cycling blog became a therapeutic journal. Where I recorded my recovery from the shock of my loss. The house and garden needed a lot of work. So, much of the text and images were about my "improvements" and re-socialization. My purchase of an e-bike has transformed my cycling after I passed 75. More recently I have had health problems. Hopefully I have survived to tell the tale.

28 Feb 2022

28.02.2022 1984 is the perpetual now. For billions of real people.

Monday 28th 33-43F. Clear, with another day of sunshine! There is a tobacco filter on the NE horizon. An early walk in heavy traffic. A hard white frost made a tour out on the spray tracks possible. Leading to a flooded marsh pond without a single bird in sight. Followed by an ungainly plod. Back along the overgrown verge. To avoid more crash test dummies on commuter autopilot.

Trikes and (odd) bikes.

28 Feb 2022

28.02.2022 1984 is the perpetual now. For billions of real people.

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