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giant

There’s nothing like a new pair of wheels to bring out your inner 10-year-old.

Today I truanted from work to go for a spin on The Giant.

giant by wall

Here it is: an electric bicycle acquired at a bargain price from an elderly neighbour.

I have hankered after an electric bike for ages. We live almost at the bottom of a valley and the long, steep hills have defeated me far too often on an ordinary machine.

A few days ago I spotted a handwritten notice in the window of our local post office. Three bikes were being offered for sale and one of them was electric!

To cut a long story short, I rang the number on the card and was soon chatting to Vanessa, a lovely lady who was having a huge clear out of the house she and her husband have lived in for 31 years.

She told me her children gave her The Giant on her 70th birthday and she used to ride it happily all around our valley until arthritis put an end to her cycling. Old age really can be beastly – she reminded me of my mum, who has had to give up her beloved vegetable plot due to osteoporosis.

Still, when I returned all pink-cheeked and excited from a test run Vanessa did say she felt glad that the bike was going to a good home.

Today I took The Giant for a ride around the beautiful roads where I used to go running before I developed knee problems.

There had been a hard frost overnight, the sky was a translucent blue and all the fields were sparkling as the sun reflected off millions of tiny flecks of ice.

Contrary to what a lot of people think, an electric bike is not cheating. Well, not much anyway. I was pleased to find that I still needed to work quite hard to go up the hills, but the extra whoosh of power from the battery meant I didn’t have to keep getting off to push.

And I could whizz down them with a huge grin on my face, just like a ten-year-old on holiday.

Here’s to a long and happy relationship with The Giant.

giant lodge moor

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4 comments

  1. Thank you for your blog, Joanna – every entry lifts my spirits & gives me food for thought. Today, by coincidence, I’m listening to an Alan Bradley story about 11-year-old Flavia de Luce & her bicycle, Gladys. Your words & photos just added another layer to my enjoyment of Flavia’s imaginary world. Wishing you many exhilarating downhill moments!

    1. Thank you for your encouragement, Jan, and also for drawing my attention to Flavia de Luce. She sounds like someone our whole family would enjoy getting to know!

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