Yesterday I went for a little ride and bought a bike. I didn't really mean to - i was in the market for a new ride at some point, but not immediately. So I passed by Skinny Eric's in Hackney Wick and a lovely chap called Mike showed me a bike that he clearly had a think for, and I feel in love with pretty much straight away. I told myself 'don't by the first bike you see' but it was too late. Today i'm in possession of a brand new, almost 30 year old racer, a Eddy Merckx Corsa Extra.
It's a thing of Belgium beauty and I think we're going to have a passionate romance. We even gave it a name on air: Duque.
Last night I got buried in music from Belgium because that's the only way I know how to understand something, and I think I'm sort of in love with their music too - it's bold and bonkers and playful. And, I hope, none of the bike cliches you may expect: No Queen, no Pink Floyd, No Kraftwerk.
