EltonFrog
Legendary Member
A memory stirs.
On Sunday, whilst in the car I saw a bloke cycling in a yellow cape, and it reminded me that I had one just like it in the early 70's too, I had totally forgotten about them. I too remember the smell, and the way is sort of creaked when it was rolled up, and like @Apollonius says I used to sit on the tale of it as well, it was always kept in the tartan blue/green rear carrier box.
I remember wearing it on one particular foul ride home from my after school job from Paddington to Willesden Junction when the the sky was dark and the rain biblical but with a hurricane wind behind me, I sailed home along the old A40 on my Dawes Kingpin, feeling a bit smug warm and dry under the waxy yellowness of the cape, it felt like I was flying. (Edit: this would have been 1969/70 I was 12/13)
How odd the memory is, until Sunday and reading this thread I'd forgotten all about it.
On Sunday, whilst in the car I saw a bloke cycling in a yellow cape, and it reminded me that I had one just like it in the early 70's too, I had totally forgotten about them. I too remember the smell, and the way is sort of creaked when it was rolled up, and like @Apollonius says I used to sit on the tale of it as well, it was always kept in the tartan blue/green rear carrier box.
I remember wearing it on one particular foul ride home from my after school job from Paddington to Willesden Junction when the the sky was dark and the rain biblical but with a hurricane wind behind me, I sailed home along the old A40 on my Dawes Kingpin, feeling a bit smug warm and dry under the waxy yellowness of the cape, it felt like I was flying. (Edit: this would have been 1969/70 I was 12/13)
How odd the memory is, until Sunday and reading this thread I'd forgotten all about it.
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