All of a sudden, I hear “Your saddle is far too low, sort it out” shouted at me. I turn to see the gentleman I passed cycling away up the road. So there it was, my first unsolicited bike tip.
The unsolicited bike tip
Distant Friendships- The long phone call
It’s been months since I’ve spoken to you. Months that have drifted past the same way clouds move through the air. From one perspective they look peaceful and serene and from another they are carried on an air current they do not control. I am nervous to speak to you, the gulf of passed months feeling wider every time I glance at the slot in my diary.
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