August 30, 2010 by welshcyclist
Don’t get me wrong, I love to read and view, all the blogs I’m going to mention, but it strikes me, that they are all written by upper middle class girls, who have very good jobs etc.. Now there’s nothing wrong, at all, with that per se, but can they relay the true bicycle situation in their hometowns? Am I being unfair?
Perhaps, Girls and Bicycles, Lovely Bicycle, Bikeskirt, and Let’s Go Ride a Bike would argue that our blogs are also hindered by the fact that we are all middle class this side of the pond. I would say that I am not middle class, but I have access to a computer, so where does that place me in the class strata? They all write extremely well, are obviously, well educated, computer literate, take amazing photos and extremely good looking and talented. None of which can be said about me.
If they were contestants in the X- Factor, which I hasten to say I do not watch, it would have to be a very close run thing.
Let’s be even more controversial, and state the obvious, they’re all girls. Now let’s be really sexist, and ask how can girls possibly know so much more about bikes than us fellas? Velouria, in particular, knows her subject inside out, not that the other fair maidens are far behind.
What do you girls over there say to that?
On to other things, my commute today was in glorious sunshine and blue skies. I was on a support shift, providing meal break time for my colleagues, so on a short shift of six hours only, 09.00-15.00. That meant my ride in was much later than usual, starting at 07.00, but boy was it cold, only 6 degrees centigrade, and a stiff headwind.
During my ride in, I witnessed a little bit of nature’s tooth and claw. I saw a sparrow hawk swoop down into the road ahead of me, and take a blackbird. It landed on the road, perhaps 120 yards in front of me, with it’s kill held in it’s talons, Seeing me coming it took off carrying it’s prey, but was struggling to hang on to it, so it set down on the grass verge, as I was still nearing the scene it obviously felt too exposed to try to take off again with it’s load, so leaving the limp body, it flew up into the trees alongside the road. I cycled on about another 80 yards past it’s kill, stopped, got my mobile phone camera at the ready, to see if I could take a photo of the bird returning to it’s breakfast. Sadly no joy, the hawk did fly from one side of the road to the other, presumably on a recconoitre, but didn’t return while I was there, and I couldn’t wait long.
The blackbird’s body was nowhere to be seen on my trip back in the afternoon, so hopefully, the hawk got his hard earned breakfast.
It took me ages to type this, I bet you girls can type the ass off me as well, doh! Got something to say?
Do any girls read this blog of mine?