I came across this one in an independent little bookshop and cafe in Vienna, and I thought about one of my friends’ birthdays coming up in a few weeks. So, I bought it, and now the plan is to add two cycling essays to it, one from another friend of mine and one from myself to give to our cycling friend in early June.
The stories vary a lot in quality and content, but overall, I found the book very nice. It got me reflecting a lot around my own relationship with cycling, and as mentioned, inspired me to write about it myself. And this book is also made by my favourite bookshop in London, Daunt Books Marylebone High Street.
I thought of Annie Dillard’s terrifying line, ‘How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing’. What I was doing with my life: riding the same roads to and from job that, increasingly, felt like trying to cycle up a waterfall or a hydroelectric dam. Each day, cycling showed me a small bit of freedom but never enough.