I rode a new old bike today. It's an old Bottecchia, the kind that was all Campagnolo Nuovo Record at one point, though it came to me as a bare frame. A few days ago I set it up with 650b wheels, dynamo light, fenders... but I hadn't taken it out for a shakedown ride more than a few hundred yards. So today I rode it to the station. It works. I can't say much more than that, at this point, but hey, it works.

Just before I get to the station, I go over a bridge over the tracks, and from the top of the bridge I can see the station for a moment. This is the moment at which I find out whether I'm on schedule, or late. If there's a train in the station, I'm late, but if I hustle maybe I can still catch it (which is what happened yesterday). Today I saw a train just leaving the station, so I assumed I was too late. So I did not hustle. Moments later another train pulled into the station: wtf? I hustled. It was my train. I caught it.