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......it wasn't supposed to be this way.
It was supposed to just have been you and me, long rides out in the East Yorkshire flatlands, under the burning summer sun of Gods own country. But then I had my head turned by another.
Work called me to the far north. To Aberdeen. I couldn't bear to leave you behind, hanging unused in the garage, so I brought you along.
At first it was OK, a short walk to work let us spend time together, just the two of us and quiet lanes. A few miles before or after work.
It's all been my fault. Aberdeen has hills, something East Yorkshire doesn't, your gearing had to be changed. I moved and started living further from work, I needed you even more, my only means of getting there. Our time together before and after became routine, taken for granted.
Dull early starts meant you now need lights too. But you're mine and I need you, so you need to carry a lock now too. A puncture on the way in one morning meant a switch to Durano+ so now your tyres don't match each other and only the front matches your paint.
It rains a lot here. I've taken you out in it, had to put <gulp> mudguards on you so I don't get covered in crap on the way to work.
I'm sorry, but you've changed. I've turned you into a commuter.
I still enjoy our time together, but somehow it's just not quite the same as those long days in the hazy sunshine of home.
It was supposed to just have been you and me, long rides out in the East Yorkshire flatlands, under the burning summer sun of Gods own country. But then I had my head turned by another.
Work called me to the far north. To Aberdeen. I couldn't bear to leave you behind, hanging unused in the garage, so I brought you along.
At first it was OK, a short walk to work let us spend time together, just the two of us and quiet lanes. A few miles before or after work.
It's all been my fault. Aberdeen has hills, something East Yorkshire doesn't, your gearing had to be changed. I moved and started living further from work, I needed you even more, my only means of getting there. Our time together before and after became routine, taken for granted.
Dull early starts meant you now need lights too. But you're mine and I need you, so you need to carry a lock now too. A puncture on the way in one morning meant a switch to Durano+ so now your tyres don't match each other and only the front matches your paint.
It rains a lot here. I've taken you out in it, had to put <gulp> mudguards on you so I don't get covered in crap on the way to work.
I'm sorry, but you've changed. I've turned you into a commuter.
I still enjoy our time together, but somehow it's just not quite the same as those long days in the hazy sunshine of home.
