A decision has been made. After many a false start, I am ready to get back on the bike. Getting back on the bike involves many levels of activity- the infrastructure of commuting (as it is in the daily commute that my re-discovery of the bike will evolve), the defeat of the Deadly Bedsuck, suspension of the hypochondria that can afflict even the keenest of cyclists- but the most important is the rekindling of the love of just cycling.....
I was encouraged to read a fairly remarkable book, 'The Escape Artist' by Matt Seaton, by a new acquaintance (thank you Richard)- and immediately the resonance of cyclist talking to cyclist captured me. I began again to look at a piece of road or track and wonder how it felt under the tyres, more than anything, I want to find the man who once stood on the top of his favourite mountain and took this photo: 
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