This morning on the way in, I sat up in the saddle, swung my messenger bag around and unclipped it, opened it up and flipped over the cassette I was listening to on my Sports Walkman (yeah the old yellow ones) because that side of the tape was over. Clipped everything back up, swung it around again, had a sip of juice and then kept on going –
– all without breaking cadence on rough gravel trail.
Most of you will miss the significance of this, but cyclists will appreciate the simple purity of it.
Oh, and why am I using a Walkman for crying out loud? Well, my iPod is a 1st generation one (a collectors item at this point) and in these colder temps (just above freezing) I only get about 15-20 minutes out of the battery.
The fun side effect has been that going through my old tapes has brought me back to some really cool stuff I’d forgotten about. That could also be a fancy way of saying ‘I’m too poor to buy new music’. Or perhaps I’m approaching to old.
Time to start opening sentences with ‘What ever happened to….?’ and ‘Remember when…?’
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