“I look at the sky, expecting a heavenly chorus. Instead, somewhere a dog barks.”
Alf Engers rang me up out of the blue the other day. He introduced himself over the phone by counting down from 5 to 0, like a timekeeper at the push. He’d read my book and we met very briefly at the Pedal Club when I gave a talk. Apparently he liked my sense of humour and attitude. He’s quite the raconteur and I’m optimistic that this is the start of a new project. Three phone calls in and I’m already overwhelmed by writeable stories.
He also asked me if I was still racing. Alf Engers. Asked me about my bike riding.