The other day, I needed to go to a physical bookshop so that I could buy a book, take it home, wrap it up and give it to someone. The closest was Daunt Books. I took my G-Line with me and cycled to Marylebone High Street.
Daunt Books is either eerily quiet of rammed. For my shopping experience it was rammed and not really the best of ideas to bring a folded G-Line inside. Several elderly types tutted in my general direction like disapproving aunts. I tutted back at them!
I got the book I was after but did notice a little collection of books that would be perfect for the G-Line user. I picked up a few of them and flicked through some of the dead-butch rides on offer, making a mental note of the copious advice given therein.
As I cycled back on a horrid gravel path - with my new bought book strapped to the rear rack no less - that you can cycle through parts of Hampstead Heath on, it became obvious that I would not need any of those books at all! You see, none of them had chapters dealing with:
- Parents with small toddlers
- Parents with small toddlers in prams
- Parents maybe with a toddler in a pram but jogging pushing said pram along
- People with dogs on the lead
- People with dogs
- Dogs!
- Instagram influencers taking photos
- Tourists
- Joggers
- Cycling while wearing a Harris Tweed blazer
- People on hire bikes
- Dogs being walked by those people whose job it is to walk more dogs than they can handle!
- Feral dogs!
- Little dogs with the bravado of a big dog.
Perhaps I need to think about my own book as cycling in London can be like rollercoaster. The One thing that kept me going through all of this was, thank goodness I decided to take my G-Line with me!
Until next time, stay safe out there people!
Bloody brilliant!
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