It’s all been a bit quiet lately on the old bike blogging front. My poor Great Edinburgh Bike Experiment is running two months behind schedule, I’ve had very little time (or inclination) to sit down and write and cycling has taken a bit of a back seat, too. For April was the month of The Move.
The Move was a sensationally stressful experience, but I am happy to say it’s over and done with. My now ex-flat needed 13 years’ worth of nonsense scooped out and deposited in an already full garage. And as I am without a car, I can advise that moving house with two wheels is a bit of major hassle. Even multiple cargo bikes at my beckon call would have been unlikely to stem the flow of stress leaking out of me.
My housing situation has been an ongoing saga for a while now. I am hamstrung in many ways, not least because I have four bikes and nowhere to put them. My humble chariots of awesomeness have been shunted from pillar to post in a bid to keep them dry and rust-free. Remember that old puzzle about the man with his chicken, grain and fox needing to cross the river? Replace the zoo with bikes and that accurately describes my life up until the end of April.
Now I am in a position to stop stressing about moving out and relaaaaaaax. Which means I can blog a bit more. And ride my bike a bit more. And focus on sorting out my knees a bit more. Huzzah.