You see, along with everyone else, I decided to get a bike during lockdown. I was far too late to take full advantage of the vacant streets, hence my workaround solution.
After fighting a number of people to the death and passing a ritualistic initiation ceremony that involved fingerless gloves but about which I am not allowed to say more, I arrived at Halfords to pick up a Zelos, which I figured was good, because zelos means zeal. (There is a model called Vengeance in the same range, which I did not trust myself with.) I knew nothing else, because I have not ridden a bike in almost a decade. My head still fits a child’s helmet.
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Hannah Jane ParkinsonFri 14 Aug 2020 07.00 BST
It is 5am and the roads are silent; the air sharp and steady from the overnight respite. No fumes and clashing horns and rumbling of lorries; no exhaust pipe mushroom clouds in miniature. At 5am, everything is still, and I am alone. These are the only reasons I am out at this hour.