Keeping fit.
I had an exercise bike with a computer telling mehow far and fast I was cycling. By turning a knob left it was hard work as going up a hill, by turning the knob left it got easy to pedal, and I pretended cycling down a steep hill; I could also adjust it as biking through a flat, Dutch landscape of canals,tulips,
Edam cheese and blond girls, wearing clogs traditional dresses, sunny smiles and funny hats. I took the bike outside, one nice spring day whensun warmed my pale face; put it on the pavement, near the bins, went for a long walk Months later, the bike is till there, in lashing autumn rain, very rusty now and no longer an object of envy, what’s the matter with thieves don’t they want to keep fit?