tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446965703246858103.post6206708685490035861..comments2023-10-24T08:52:42.876+01:00Comments on Peter Finch: Now I'm a Cyclist Too I Just Can't CopePeter Finchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07894891082003041608noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446965703246858103.post-1428125801377525782011-04-30T18:34:08.426+01:002011-04-30T18:34:08.426+01:00Cycling holidays in Wales as promoted by the Welsh...Cycling holidays in Wales as promoted by the Welsh Tourist Office only shows happy couples on his and her sturdy and paniered tourers. No cars or heavy laden shoppers ae getting the way. Only the odd seagull floating overhead in the glow of summer to consider. <br /><br />If you can't beat em join em.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446965703246858103.post-54877324476265367002011-04-26T17:01:30.503+01:002011-04-26T17:01:30.503+01:00Peter,
The older I get, the more I ask myself that...Peter,<br />The older I get, the more I ask myself that question: is the world getting better or worse? The answer is certainly "both" but the net result? I still don't know. <br />I wrote a poem about pavement cyclists, btw. <br />A snippet: "... Your route involves pedestrians - who think the pavement's theirs.<br />They're living in 'society',<br />They really should get real. <br />Faster is the master here<br />And foot gives way to wheel."N. Whiteheadnoreply@blogger.com