Okay, now I feel guilty about being on the west coast. A balmy 4ºC under mostly-sunny skies for the morning ride (15 clicks) No dire consequences, apart from riding past two schools where every single child is dropped off by mom in her massive SUV. Definitely a wacky traffic circus with all that parallel parking, u-turning, backing out of alleys, double parking, hovering, unsignalled turning…

Gotta love it, though. Even on the rainiest, darkest, windiest early morning, riding a bike is always—at least a little bit—fun. Goes back to the time I managed to wobble my first bike across the yard and crash into the fence.