Marie-Do, of course, immediately understood the
reference and knew where I got the name
from.
“Seulement les soixante-huitards
retardés peuvent
donner un nom pareil à un vélo”, (“Only ageing
hippies
could give a name like that to a bicycle”)
she said, and of course she is
right.
But Charlene is
much more than a bike, you see.
She has become my gateway to freedom, my eyes
and ears.
She is also in
desperate need of a tune up. I
neglected her after the grueling Golden Triangle
ride and her gears are not quite in gear. Her brake
pads need to be replaced.
But one thing I
refuse to do is to wash her. She
carries the proudly earned dirt and rain
splashes of
her steady and faithful being.
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