Started out swimmingly, with temps in the mid 60's and and negligible winds when I left early at 5:30 to ride out past the usual turnout into town to put in some extra mileage and maybe grab a 'spresso before the train. About 15 miles into the ride, I popped a spoke. I twisted the remains around its neightbor and wobbled back the the 4 miles or so to the train station. This evening I'll wobble it over to the good bike shop, which happens to be closest to the train station and put the wheel in for a respoking. It's ~10 years old or so, and I got it for a song, so it's likely due for new shoelaces, all around. Still a nice ride in, spoke and all.