March 4, 2012 by welshcyclist
What can I say? Life is hard, life is difficult, but not so hard for the likes of me or you, my reader, when compared with the daily struggle of others all over the world. There I’ve defeated my own arguement, before I’ve even got started.
I was, lamely, going to suggest that I’m even lower than a snails bum at present. Work, home, family, they all need our attention, though fortunately for us, we don’t need to struggle for the basics of survival, that so many of the poor struggle around this globe have to. I’m just trying to fit everything in to my comfortable world. Sadly with not much success.
The gears on the Pioneer were slipping badly last week, so I left it into Halfords, I have a Bikecare agreement, for them to re-index the gears for me. It was a Saturday afternnoon, when I had to pick the bike up, so I decided to use my bus pass, 60 plus here in Wales, take the bus to Aberavon, then cycle the rest of the way to work.
I needed to change buses twice, but I got to the Aberavon branch of Halfords in an hour and a half. It takes me an hour and a quarter to go a mile further on the Pioneer. Wasn’t too bad, some weirdos on the bus, but it was good to see the sights of Neath Vale from a bus passenger’s perspective.
To cut to the chase, the gears aren’t much better for Halfords efforts, even though there was no charge? But the trip home this morning after my nightshift felt much better?
Four consequetive days in Cardiff now, not looking forward to it, union business, quite nervous in fact. Going to try to cycle to Port Talbot every day though, on route. Hard work, when it means arriving back at Port Talbot, and still have 20 miles to cycle home.
There I go again, some people have to walk 20 miles plus, just to get water for their family, we just don’t know how easy we’ve got it!