Day 23: More mud

Mud is mud I thought, but apparently not. You can have more mud......

Day 22: The mud

When we were children we loved to play in the mud. Walking barefoot through it with mud squelching in between our toes, making mud cakes, working it like clay with our hands making all sorts of figurines. Some even ate it.....blegh!

Nothing has really changed. We still love to play in the mud.

Day 21: The Ass

Ass:

1. A mammal related to the horse. It is hardy and sure-footed, having longer ears than the horse.

2. the donkey.

3. a foolish or ridiculous pompous person.

This all according to the The New Collins Concise English Dictionary.

What I wanted to say was, they looked at him and he looked at them.  HeeeeHoooo!

Day 20: In the back of your mind

It is Monday, the start of a new week. You look through your diary and sigh at all the appointments vying for time and space. While the phone is ringing non stop and voices are droning past your ears, your mind is still on the ride of the weekend, the open spaces, the scenery, the beauty of being able to ride. And in the back of your mind you keep a little space open to dwell on the next possible ride, the where and when. It puts a spring in your step, it puts a smile on your face. 

Day 19: The long road

Comrades day and my thoughts are with those athletes ticking off the kilometres one after the other. It is a long way and most of the time it is the head that drag the legs over the line. To some of us who has experienced the long open road, the longing to go back and experience it again, and again, and again is always there.

Day 18: Together

It is weekend and I have a HUGE family braai to organise. How to keep all the family warm, food ready, seating for all and not to mention parking! It did remind me of the bikes huddling together overnight on the Joberg2c. Same, same....

Day 17: My bike is loaded with.....

Gone are the days that we would hop on the bike, ride to the nearest cafe and buy bread and milk, and ride back home with the bag swinging on our handle bar. (Talking about SA). Come on, be honest, who is still doing that? I still see many commuters from the outer parts of the cities riding their bikes with all sorts of things, from planks to buckets and even saw once a small cage with a chicken in it.

Ok, so seeing that we're not doing it anymore, if you had a carrier attached to your bike, what would you like to cart around?

I think I would like a chocolate cake at the back, but it would mean some careful handling of the bike..hahahaha

Photo by Silke Gruner