(With apologies to Bruce and Martin who know about bikes for my poor understanding of cycle construction.) Pink ponchos a go go in the torrential rain we enjoyed last week. I always like the idea of cycling, wind in the hair and all that. I'm not a good cyclist, so I'd have to go with an old style girl bike with basket. In fact my last cycling experience involved a steep hill, an Edwardian outfit and the sudden appearance of the ground near my face. The one before (many years ago)involved a steep hill, an inability to locate the brake handle and a thick hedgerow. That's why I don't own a bike now.