. .Paddington Station . .
Commuters march in rank like an ant army. Grey suit, striped shirt, red
tie, briefcase and black umbrella, they march to the office - I know this
too well. After 30 years in a business suit, with 2 weeks vacation a year,
I am now a deserter from this army. My uniform today is spandex bicycle
tights and a styrofoam helmet I'm headed west to Wales by train. A colorfully
turbaned Punjabi with full beard sells me a ticket. It costs a pound for
the bike. Convenient. No hassle.