Puncture fixed my bike down the stairs and facing foreword.
Facing forward meaning facing flat, and because a time had passed I liked facing flat.
Softly at first on my Hallowed Holloway Road, I pass my old Uni and Rinkon cafe on the right, still there I smile as I pass another mile. Around and past Highbury corner and still flat I look fit as I easy pedal past a bar that makes me remember another smile altogether.
Oh I could have cycled miles, if only I hadn’t stopped for smiles as I heard a crooner sing his way through a Sinatra showcase as I sat with coffee on Islington green.
I finished my Mocha on My Way and headed for Holloway home. Glad of my ride I put my bike back on the landing and remembered why I love London.