back on the bike today; first time in nearly 3 weeks. Always a bit trepidatious at first, but soon get the feeling back. Exhilaration, acceleration, celebration. I set the gears to 3 (it's the only 3 I have) so I can have maximum pressure exerted. I can really pretend to be working it then. Not bitterly cold, but still enough to make a few tears trickle down; not as bad as the heart of winter when you seem to arrive at every journey end with a stalactite of frozen snot and tears adhering to your lower face. Of course, you don't know that, as your face is so numb you can't even smile. Or if you set off smiling, the rictus grin is now firmly frozen into place. I nearly hit a pigeon, but it was so fat I think my wheel would have buckled anyway. Goose did not chase me anyway. Not being able to hear traffic did freak me out, but I just tried to keep alert and watch out for idiots. I was even brave enough to overtake - yay me! I have missed it.
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