Cycling to BT
With Suffolk still under a clement weather spell, the Ipswich streets slightly wet by the night drizzle and shining in the oriental morning sun, it occured to me biking would be a great means of getting to BT. Late buses and expensive ticket fares begone, adios boring sittings in the 66 double decker on the way home from work, arrivederci those "darn I just missed the bus by a split second".
Welcome to my bright new shiny red bike. Last weekend I finally pulled myself together, ran down to the shops, hunted for a two-wheeler, and eventually drove home on my newly acquired mobility device.
And, on Monday morning, off I went, into Saint Peter's St, down the road, and then faced the very first difficulty of the day: the Back Hamlet Rd hill, as steep as Holland is flat. I eventually made it to the top starting to curse my will to cycle to work daily. The rest of the journey was a whizz, the bike handled itself properly, and I was glad to reach BT's gates some 40 minutes later and pop into the shower.
Welcome to my bright new shiny red bike. Last weekend I finally pulled myself together, ran down to the shops, hunted for a two-wheeler, and eventually drove home on my newly acquired mobility device.
And, on Monday morning, off I went, into Saint Peter's St, down the road, and then faced the very first difficulty of the day: the Back Hamlet Rd hill, as steep as Holland is flat. I eventually made it to the top starting to curse my will to cycle to work daily. The rest of the journey was a whizz, the bike handled itself properly, and I was glad to reach BT's gates some 40 minutes later and pop into the shower.
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En route to BT: the bike way to work.
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Aerial view of the mighty golf course. |
