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On My Own Two Wheels: Back in the Saddle at 60
Sixty-year-old Malachi O'Doherty rediscovers his love of cycling
192 pages, ebook
First published April 1, 2012
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September 20, 2014
This book caught my eye when I was researching another author. I enjoy memoirs; I adore Ireland; I fight a family history of diabetes; and sixty is suddenly not such an ethereal concept. It was a soft sell.
What I found was an honest depiction of how he arrived at diabetes, and what he did to change his life. O’Doherty preaches peckishness, one of my new favorite words. In short: Love peckishness and trust it to go away.
O’Doherty returned to bicycling. He had cycled around Ireland in his younger days as well as a means of commute, and just fell out of the habit. His trips aid in his fitness and bring out the philosopher in him. I followed along à la Google, reveling in the beauty of Achill Island, Kylemore Abbey, the tiny village of Doolin, and Donegal Bay. After some intense trips, he settles into tootling—relaxed cycling for the joy of it. Rain or no rain.
'If you let the weather stop you, you’ll do nothing.'
I enjoyed the story; I like most Irish literary voices, and this one was winsome with that self-deprecating charm.
What I found was an honest depiction of how he arrived at diabetes, and what he did to change his life. O’Doherty preaches peckishness, one of my new favorite words. In short: Love peckishness and trust it to go away.
O’Doherty returned to bicycling. He had cycled around Ireland in his younger days as well as a means of commute, and just fell out of the habit. His trips aid in his fitness and bring out the philosopher in him. I followed along à la Google, reveling in the beauty of Achill Island, Kylemore Abbey, the tiny village of Doolin, and Donegal Bay. After some intense trips, he settles into tootling—relaxed cycling for the joy of it. Rain or no rain.
'If you let the weather stop you, you’ll do nothing.'
I enjoyed the story; I like most Irish literary voices, and this one was winsome with that self-deprecating charm.
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