3°C, low cloud, grey.
Roads now ridable, but bike not: The lights don’t work and it’s not clear why. I think it’s a cable, the one with the switch in, that has failed. Just as I was really feeling the urge to get some miles in.
Later: I found the fault, after poking around with a volt-meter and eliminating one possibility after another. They now work and are ready for tomorrow’s commute. Fog & mist is due so they better be bright.
Micycle 
When the roads, the bike and the body all come together in harmony, there is a real feeling of zen-like calmness. That’s what I find anyway. It’s just that there are so many lunatics on four wheels around here, I prefer to cycle countless laps of the estuary wetland nature reserve just down the hill. You can still shout abuse at pedestrians sharing the network of paths, but I usually don’t. The views there are lovely. C’est la vie.
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