I eat waaaay too much when I am riding regularly.

My wife drove me in to work this morning with my somewhat-less-than trusty ol' MTB. I worked a little late so there were not many other commuters and I pledged I would take it nice and easy. I have lately been riding my MTB in a single gear to prepare for a possible upcoming conversion to single-speed. But today I shifted through the 16 usable gears (3X8 with a mangled granny ring) when I needed to, and I think I may be rebuilding my relationship - healing the wounds, figuratively and literally - with derailleurs.