This morning, after my customary breakfast of a massive mug of black coffee, I hopped aboard my bicycle on a crisp, sunny morning.
It's an old bike, older than many posters on here, I'd imagine, but it's a good bike. Why is it good? Well, because it makes me smile. A lot. Freewheeling down the south side of Lambeth Bridge, smiling like a fool. Taking a moment to do a little roadie-chasing over the Col du Blackfriars, while of course making time to admire the glorious views in the morning sun.
The bicycle. Blooming marvellous thing, isn't it? 
