As I left for todays ride some guy that I've never noticed before, but
who's probably living in the same street as I am, asked me how far I was
going to ride,
Two hours I said,
Where do you live? (he had
just seen me walking out the door),
Second floor. I was getting
slightly annoyed by then.
How fast do you ride, 30–32?
Nah, slower. I said, and turned around the corner, starting the ride
in earnest, forgetting to reset the timer on the computer untill a few
Rolling along Roskildevej I wondered about that weird question about where I lived. What was he up to, breaking in and stealing my bikes? Well he couldn't know I had more than the one I was on when he saw me after all, but anyway…
Back when I lived in a dormitory I had a breakin. They had broken into a lot of our rooms then, going after expensive things they knew were there, including my bike. Luckily I normally kept it somewhere else.
So I'm a little paranoid.
I had a nice ride, 2:20′ averaging 27.7 km/h, pretty good for me, concentrating
on keeping the cadence above 90 RPM. Coming home again that same guy
asking all the questions were there again.
That was more than two
hours. he said. We chatted some more about the ride before I dragged
myself and my bike up the stairs for a shower, food and rest. He was just
genuinely friendly and interested.
Author M. G. Liebach
LastMod 2016-05-01 (9fc4632)