Meet Wanda, my Wicycle
This is Wanda. She’s my new bicycle (but you have to pronounce it wicycle, with an eastern european accent). I was lucky enough to buy her from a colleague for a couple of quid, and now I’m riding my bike part of the way home after work. Luckily I work right next to the River Stort, which is a canal with a lovely little canal tow-path. It’s the perfect place to ride because I don’t have to worry about traffic, yet it’s pretty well maintained.
Basically the river, the towpath, and the train all run parallel to one another for about 20 miles. So I’ve been riding 3 or 4 miles, and then parking my bike at a train station, and then continuing onwards the next day, eventually going the whole distance. Then at the end of the week I haul my bike onboard the train and take it back up to work. It’s pretty flat the whole way, which is nice.
I’m not a very good bicyclist, and I think I look drunk the way I swerve back and forth a lot. But I haven’t fallen into the canal yet, so I think that’s pretty good.