Sadly, cycling to work every day is not really an option now that my company has moved its office to central London. I will, when the weather is good (so not now..), cycle it when I can, but doing 60 miles a day, five days a week wasn't really an option.
I am also an independent (stubborn?) soul, and so really didn't like relying on the trains. Usually they worked, but when they didn't it was chaos.
So, I decided to buy myself a motorbike:
|A filthy and fun little two-stroke..|
A fun little thing. If you see me on the A3 or in London, please don't run me down, I'm only trying to get to work/home:
|Leaving the office in the rain.. thanks to Kit for the photo.|
It is a huge improvement on the train: having the ability to jump on the bike and ride home is liberating, and being a (very) experienced cyclist, London road traffic is for me more relaxing than having to walk through the throngs of London tourists.. So, in all, I am quite enjoying it.
What surprised me though was finding out that my father had owned about half a dozen bikes when he was younger:
|An Ariel 500cc in the early '60s.|
|A scooter in the late '60s.|
It was strange, because it's yet another hobby of his that I have found myself adopting, none of which I was "pushed" into doing, but have just fallen into naturally.
As well as the motorbikes, my father is also a very keen cyclist (and will knock spots off most men half his age). I grew up with bikes, and spent a lot of summer weekends on the back of his racing bike, speeding around the country lanes:
|On holiday in Suffolk. (This is not the racing bike!)|
So I grew to love bikes:
|A great bike that I sold: it was like a Formula 1 car: fast and beautiful, but not especially practical.|
My father was also a very keen photographer:
|I like this shot.. I especially like the obvious light seepage into the camera!|
|A rather technically better shot: I love the green light from the traffic light in the otherwise monochrome image.|
I am glad to have found interests in the same things.