for Tish and all tea lovers

While many of my rides are through very beautiful scenery, I hardly stop to take shots because I see them regularly, I ride by fast or most likely I concentrate on the road more than anything else. Following encouragement by Tish, I took a few pics today during a grueling ride through tea farms. I hope you like them.

Note: They are likely out of focus because i didn’t get off the bike to take them.

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This month I have been busy

Rides this month.

While on the one hand the stay at home orders have had its toll on me, economy wise, I have put that much time to good use. This month alone I have covered more distance on the bike than I covered the whole of last year and since we are to stay home till June, I might just hit 1500km for May. For me, that will be no mean achievement.

I feel like I have improved a bit on my riding. And I have managed to fall embarrassingly because I forgot to unclip my shoes.

And maybe I should buy sunscreen.

Today is world bicycle day

And I am here to tell you a story or stories depending on how you look at it. But first, I must confess I am not a good story teller. I think in short paragraphs and suffer from the need to be very economical with my words, so I hope you bear with that.

Now, when I was in class 5 or 6 ( about age 10) my mama decided I was old enough and ready for adventure. This adventure includes being the family messenger- I should have reported the family to the ILO. But I digress. So she taught me to cycle or rather began to teach me to cycle and then we took it up from there. You see back then, we had maybe 2 or 3 bikes and we had cousins of my age living with us. My first bike ride was a single speed (famously called black mamba) adult bike.

When I was relatively confident on the bike it was decided I could be sent on family errands and this is where drama begins. As they say in documentaries, this story has not been told before. On many occasions when I was sent to an errand, I could come back without incident but whenever there was an incident, it was real news. You see, since I was still small in size, the saddle was out of reach and would ride off saddle, I had challenges when I met a herd of cattle. I think in this period, half my encounters with cattle always ended badly. I always rammed into a cow, fell, bruised myself and damaged something on the bike.

Fast forward to years later when I had become really good, I had a head on collision with another cyclist. I have scars to show for it.

Poverty or deprivation can be and is humiliating. Going to borrow a bicycle meant having to tell all your problems as you seek the ear of the owner. A guy would come and say you know that sister of mine who is married at X, the husband is sick and their grandmother died and I was hoping you have no commitment with your bicycle this Saturday I borrow it to attend the funeral.

Coming to university and then settling in the city did come between me and cycling and for a good duration of time I didn’t cycle until some doctor dared suggest that I was growing fat (cue George Carlin sketch on language) and unhealthy. I wasn’t about to start going to the gym, nor run ( I find running tiring) and so I bought my first mountain bike. I had my first accident on tarmac in a market area when I took a very sharp bend. I did what we always did as children, check if the bicycle is still sound, ride off away from public glare then check if you hurt yourself. I still do this to date.

Since this first fall, I have had a collision with a car, fell of a bump, and I can’t recall any other accident.

I have had a moment of fame when we rode to Longonot with a friend, hiked faster than those who had driven and cycled back to Nairobi.

What I love about cycling is the opportunities to see places that it creates. My limitation while on the saddle is usually how far can I go before it is dark. I swear by bananas and chapati. I carry enough water and money just in case.

Go out and cycle.

(This story will be modified in the very near future)