Back in circulation after The Trip, having survived the embraces of a very charming nun, hordes of starving mountain dogs, the sinewy legs and cynical glances of the stars of Peña Ciclista “Los Llanos”, Andalusian quad drivers (for whom sideways skids constitute the preferred means of locomotion), an abandoned croc (ex the El Portal farm), currently in gypsy Juanjo’s allotment pond, Alejandro Sanz and a very wet carnival in Cádiz, an earthquake, the coldest spell in several decades (-20, said the mountain farmer’s thermometer, this being its lower limit), and the stellar lunch served up by Bar Manolete in Mogón.

This material–augmented by frustrated loves and an autistic serial killer–is now to be the subject of a burlesque novela caballeresca, for which I am bashing out 1,000 words every morning before 9. The alternative at some stage would probably be a return to timesheet terror, which I doubt I would survive, so wish me luck and find me an agent, if you have nothing better to do this Friday after lunch.

A final word of thanks to Batavus, whose Comanche hybrid touring bike did most of the hard work on the way down to Cádiz and then, returning, via Sevilla and Córdoba to Albacete, where Renfe took over. It doesn’t look or cost much, but it’s a very fine machine.

Categories: Les bourgeois, Vehicles

RSS: post comments, blog comments, blog posts

You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

1. kalebeul » Link sink for 28/05/2009
   May 28th 2009 09:40

   [...] The greens have woken up to the fact that eco-Zapatero is subsidising cars but not bikes, and Greenpeace says the Catalan eco-socialist-nationalist-communist government is subsidising climate change. I assume in my state of blissful ignorance of the subject that there must also be a positive side to owning a car when firemen are being fined for speeding and someone else has been penalised 33 times for offences committed with a car he had reported stolen, but it’s not as if cycling in Spain is a bed of roses either, even when the dogs don’t get you. [...]