Sunday, June 7
if only i could...
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I came across this shop last week on a walk back from work, I dont remember seeing it before. I did go in, look around, put my hands on the bars and my butt on the seat of a big black lovely,and dreamed...
We live behind the crest a very big hill. To get here from the city its a steep, curving, long trip, serviced by a freeway or 'the old road'. To put the hill into perspective, the Tour Down Under passes the top of my street. So unless your middle name is Lance, theres not a lot of cycling that goes on around here in the hills-there's very few kids on bikes zooming around. Its a walking town and its the bus or a car for us when a trip in to the city is required. I car pool into work and we 'cluster' our town shopping, planning ahead and doing one big manic trip, else I'll mosey in in my lunch-hour But I harbour another 'Kel'; I fantasize about being an inner-city dweller (with vege garden) owning one of these lovelies and cruising leisurely from place to place. Bookshops, markets, recycle boutiques and cafes are coming to mind... 'oh , i have kids' Another lifetime maybe, when Im bjorn again as a Dane, Swede,Parisienne...inner Melbournian...