I had a great ride across town (apart from the cold hands-- couldnt find my gloves) until I realized in the rush to leave and the distraction of our new dog jumping all over me and getting into my messenger bag-- that I left my wallet and train ticket at home.
So after a whole winter of commuting that was kicked off with a black ice fall/broken elbow, I had to drive and miss the first nice sunny spring day.
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The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. Christopher Morley