I think the joy of traveling by bicycle is best expressed by writing a love poem. The poem is not the greatest, but hopefully you will feel the love.
The two wheeled bicycle sat in the van for days.
Crying out, “Oh, where is my rider?”
Today everything changes; the rider and bicycle meet again.
It is pure love and joy for the first 8 km’s.
“It’s time for a break,” the rider says.
“This email must be sent before 12 noon.”
Rider and bicycle continue on, still very much in love.
They cycle past water, flowers and trees.
Rider says, “It’s time for some food.”
“Food while cycling tastes the best!”
On the outskirts of the city of Victoria the rider starts to get lost.
But being lost is wonderful with a bicycle.
Once in the city, finding the Airbnb is like oil on a chain.
It is time now to rest the body and find a place for supper.
The end of the poem, but only the beginning of our lovely journey.
For supper Cheryl and I ate at a restaurant called “The Oaks Restaurant”. Building was built in 1912 and originally housed a grocery store. It changed to an antique shop in the 70’s. This later changed to a tea shop in 1975. Using their name Parsons it originally was known as “The Parson’s Blethering Place”
According to Oxford, “Blethering” is Scottish for… “voluble senseless talking”!
That was our first day of riding bike.
Just like this post, it was a day of blethering.
Adventures on a bicycle 