10C, sunny, bit of a breeze. Funny how it can feel like you're riding into a headwind, but when you stop at a light, it's barely a breeze.

On the way home last night, I got two random compliments on my bike. The first was a pedestrian* in a crosswalk where I was stopped for a light ("Love the classic bike!") and the second was a driver who stopped in the middle of the road next to me where I was waiting to make a left turn ("Nice bike! I used to have one just like it!").

Well, it is a pretty nice bike:



(*if Sixty Fiver is reading this: I think the pedestrian was your buddy A. with the big dog.)