The g r e a t city of b i c y c l e t t e s

My dear bicycles have only been tucked up into hibernation station les montagnes] for less than a week, and my cravings have already got the better of me.. Our transmission trip between homes in Oxford sure makes it real hard to try and forget about our sturdy steel machines, hopefully sleeping safe N sound in the back of the Cheequee Bus : as there are f i n e f i n e specimens to salivate over every pace of the way! What a fine bicycling city I have been so lucky to grow up in! I'm sure this insatiable appetite for pedal power will eradicate itself as soon as we get clamped into a fine pair of down hill skis. . .