Back home at That's Not My Age Mansions with fuzzy-jet-lag-brain and a sore back. Flying is rubbish when you're tall and have to squeeze yourself into Cattle Class. One thing I'm looking forward to this weekend is going for a ride on my lovely bike, a Christmas present from Mr TNMA. So. I traded in the old mountain bike for a more upright European style - to help take the strain off my ancient back. But, round at a friend's house recently a panic attack ensued when, admiring the new bicycle, she said, 'It looks quite hipster-ish'. Oh dear. Do I look like a tragic middle-aged bloke on a skateboard? Is this the vehicular equivalent of dyeing my hair pink and embracing nail art? Am I too old for this bike? Your thoughts please.
And sorry, I chopped off the splendid view of London in the last shot:
One of our favourite bike rides is along the Embankment, past Battersea Power Station, over Chelsea Bridge and back.
|Chelsea Bridge and Cheyne Walk (where Mick & Keef lived in the 70s).|
What are you doing this weekend? Have a good one.