Wet roads but not raining; wore my new shoecovers nonetheless. Tried again to make it to the top of the big hill in 34x21, failed again. Got a nice pace over the bridge, then drifted down through spooky misty Stanley Park.

Enjoying the mtb so much on these dark wet commutes that I might get something more road-oriented - a non-rain, daylight-only bike - to replace my smashed-up Ronin.