When I came out of the supermarket today, I found a fellow in the process of attaching his card to my bike, with the words "I want to buy your bike" and his phone number written on the back. I explained that I need the bike since I haven't kept a car since I went green thirty years ago. "Well, what about your other bikes. You had a black and silver bike, and a silver and blue bike." That was twenty years or more ago... He isn't even a cyclist but he noticed my bikes and remembered, even though those bikes have been in the loft for umpteen years while I used just the one bike. "You can't buy anything like your bikes in Ireland."
