Clyde-bike
(Climbing atop a giant bicycle in Clydebank: Glasgow, Scotland)
It’s not every day one sees a giant bicycle, is it? Well, unless one lives in Clydebank. Ying and I passed through it today on our cycle from central Glasgow to the Bowling Basin – it sounds more like a teenage hangout than a harbour and marina. We had originally planned to cycle all the way to Loch Lomond (about twenty miles) but only managed to get within ten miles of it by the mid afternoon. At Bowling, Ying said, “I think it’s just another twenty minutes from here”, but his estimate was shot down by me, upon seeing a sign reading Loch Lomond 10 miles. It was at this point that we decided discretion was the better part of valour and settled for the harbbourside for lunch. I estimate all in all, we must have ridden between 20 and 25 miles yesterday. It was long enough! Clydebank marked about halfway.
As soon as I saw this sculpture, I know I was going to end up on the top of it. It was completely irresistible and although it took me a minute or so to get a purchase on the seat, I got there eventually. The seat itself was terrible wobbly and I was half scared I would tumble onto the ground from several metres up, creating a painful afternoon. It is not the first injury I have sustained this week through sheer silliness. I thought I had concussed myself after a ridiculous incident with a zipline. Ying guffawed loudly as I hit the ground, though his later concern was evident. Luckily, no such bad luck befell me and I have lived to tell the tale of the giant Clydebank bicycle.
– Today Rosie is waving goodbye to Ying as he departs once more for China (she is in Glasgow, Scotland) –
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