Tuesday routine - leisurely down to the station. Avoiding the school mum rush hysteria. They do not take prisoners - or keep a look out for old man on bike!
Stand in queue for ticket machine whilst another old codger who has no grasp of what is supposed to happen grows the queue.
Eventually get my ticket. The train which has been 5 mins late every Tuesday for the last month is on time. Doh!
Overweight old codger with heavy bike has to push said bicycle up the stairs. Collapses, breathless on the train for the 9 minute journey.
Now knows his recovery time is about eight minutes.
Arrive, some twerp woman insists on helping me get off the train. I was doing fine until she heaved the bike away from me. At that point she discovers how heavy the bike is and drops the bloody thing on me. Yes, I am old and not as quick or strong as I was. But I didn't get this far in life without knowing how to manoeuvre my bike off the train.
Maybe calling her a total muckwit wasn't too nice. But she deserved it. Anyway that's what I hope she heard. Not what I said.
Cycle to the exercise class in the sunshine on the outer boundaries of a cricket pitch. Puts me in an excellent mood.
Decide to cycle home in the sunshine, after the lesson. Google maps does a reasonable job of finding me a route. Better than last week's little brush with a dead end on the sea wall.
Along the estuary and into territory that I know. Branch off onto a track that flows through orchards and meadows. Idyllic
Anyway, all thoroughly excellent. Except that I now know to the Km what my battery bike will do. Got to the end of the road, the steep part, and found out how heavy the bike really is when you lose the support of the battery.
A morning well spent for and old codger.