Sunny and chilly this morning.

I usually commute on a fixie equipped with a front brake, which I have no intention of removing; nonetheless, I have been training myself to slow down and stop using only my legs. I thought I was doing pretty well. This morning, I got cut off by a driver making a lane change, and I instinctively grabbed the brake. That was the first time I'd touched the brake in several commutes. Guess I haven't trained that instinct out yet. Not that I necessarily want to, I just found it interesting.