i want to ride my bicycle.

by kimberley veart

I blame Roman Holiday. Audrey Hepburn, I’m afraid is completely culpable for the romantic notions I entertain about bicycle riding.

My idea of riding my bicycle sees me effortlessly gliding along to a peppy yet mellow soundtrack, something bouncy with a xylophone perhaps. The breeze delicately plays with my hair and skirt and I smile happily as the world passes me by. I arrive at my destination looking and feeling like a goddess of health and beauty, which of course in my mind’s eye equates to Gwyneth Paltrow.