A week or so ago I was in Phoenix Park, minding my own business. I’d spotted an egret close to one of the rivulets and was getting ready to snap away when something to my right caught my eye.
This fella was dismounting at the bottom of the hill… then running up toward the fort with bicycle on the back… remounting… riding down the long way to his starting point and going through the whole routine again… and again… and again… and, and… and!
The first thought that crossed my mind was the futility of it all… I mean, why go up if you need to get down again? Conversely put… hasn’t this fella found out about the benefits of the internal combustion engine?