My neighbourhood bicycle-scape around 16:29 [winter]
The afternoon was moving to a close and I needed to organise something for dinner. I grab four calico shopping bags, my wallet, glasses and mobile, drop them into my pannier, attach the second pannier to my bicycle and ride out for a spot of quaxing.
Over the next ten minutes, my neighbourhood bicycle-scape criss-crosses my ride:
A young man, no helmet, shoots through the narrow path under the highway, riding a weathered bike… returning from the creek.
At the traffic lights, a retiree, tanned, wearing royal blue lycra, sweats atop his Italian racing bike waiting in the bicycle lane for the green light… getting some exercise.
Over the grassy park, a woman and man, maybe thirties, summery clothes, old bikes, helmet-free, faces filled with smiles, float along… on an afternoon bicycle date.
A woman beside her bicycle by the kerb, a bicycle trailer attached and a young girl in a school uniform, checked and crushed by the day, lounges inside the trailer, while middle-age aunt and young boy stand nearby… an afternoon visit, a chat, a laugh.
One, two, three young boys on small bicycles, weaving around the pine cones that scatter the bike path, the first waves, all smile hello… playing after school.
A woman riding a mountain bike, heading towards the creek, speeds by with an outrigger paddle sticking out from her backpack… on a mission, might be late.
A big body spins the pedals of a BMX bike, wears streetwear and a skateboard helmet… he’s coming home from work.
Small girl in fluorescent orange leggings that match her bike races along the grassy verge… on an errand to a neighbour.
A bearded twenty-something rides a woman’s retro bicycle, holding a fishing rod on the handlebars, a black plastic milk crate tied to the back rack with his skateboard strapped across its top, wheels up… man of many interests.
In all its diversity, activity and mild eccentricity, I love my neighbourhood bicycle-scape!