I spend a lot of time by myself riding to work and am very susceptible to ‘earworms’. I had no sooner managed to rid myself of ‘Get Busy with the Fizzy, Soda Stream’, when it was replaced by ‘Wake me up before you Go Go’.
Today I got a new type of earworm; a story rather than a song.
‘We’re going on a Bear Hunt’ is a tale of children setting out on an adventure and having to cross obsticles in their way. My ride was a bit like that. The Canal and River Trust had placed a ‘Towpath Closed’ sign on my route. Obviously I took full opportunity to consider my options (turn back) and carried straight on.
Except the tree was quite big. There was no way I was going over it, there was no way I was going under it. So had to go round it. This involved removing panniers, throwing the bike and bags up the wall onto the bank and scrambling after it. Turns out moutain bike shoes with cleats are not designed for climbing. I had got the bike and panniers up, but was failing dismally to climb up the wall. So I ended up bum shuffling along the limb of the tree then launched myself onto the bank. My descent was no more elegant, landing with all the grace of a brick.
The rest of my ride was uneventful in comparison; a couple of chickens to navigate round. But they proved less of a challenge.