Cycling

Már and I bought our selves new bikes a few weeks ago. Our old bikes were bought as cheaply as possible 3 years ago, Már's got stolen and mine is rusted through after standing outside from time to time, last winter. Junk! This week we got our new expensive mountain bikes ready to ride, and yesterday I rode mine to the physiotherapist's, with Úlfrún on the back of it. Man, are our bikes ever nice to ride. My bike is extra large, for my long legs ... ahhh, it's wonderful, I feel like it's been custom made for me.

After the hour long ride back and forth to my appointment yesterday, I decided to ride the bike for an hour in the evening as well, alone. I felt like I was 17 years old again, when I used to ride out to the ocean at the tip of Grótta to think alone, or across town to the home of the guy's I fancied to slip them poetic letters through the mail-box.

Már was the only guy who ever answered my letters!