Swallowing One’s Pride

There comes a time when it is advantageous to swallow one’s pride and admit defeat in certain things. Having decried the need before now for any external help in getting a bike up a hill, I have succumbed to an eBrompton. The lovely racing green Brompton the family gave me for my big birthday 2 years ago was too difficult to get up some of the hillier roads in the neighbourhood and so I have lent it to cycling Porty daughter as transport to get her to and fro from her work while I have taken out a mortgage on this new Brompton.

I do have another bike which relies solely on the energy input of my muscles and it is feeling unloved and a little left out at the moment.