We passed a solitary trekking cyclist coming the other way loaded down with panniers, tent and helmet. The sight was not what I expected. I see myself as a Don Quixote on Cervantes, a gallant knight of the road cutting a swathe through the countryside. He looked a bit like a bag man.
Now we just caught a glimpse as we sped by but it does raise cause for concern. I shall have to think more about my image. It needs......streamlining. Or.... I could go for the paysan look, acquiring bottles of wine, olive oil and cheese all stuffed in the panniers with strings of onions and garlic drooped over the handlebars. Perhaps a beret and neckerchief. Of course I would have to discard some of my belongings to make room, like the non-functioning camping stove. Yes, I think I need a new me. More in touch with the artisan than the soup kitchen.
Don't think too hard about appearance or you'll get discouraged. We are who we are!
ReplyDeleteExcellent blogging, Martin