Was able to ride my bike this morning for the first time
in more than a month. What cheer. We are so lucky to be
in a city that lets us ride our bikes so much: we have
much to thank Bicycle Victoria for — every time you
see a bike path by a river or a bike lane painted on the
road, do think of BV and praise their pretty cotton
socks.
I went all engineer on my fair chariot¹ last night and cleaned the drive-train and oiled up the chain and tightened bolts and fiddled with knobs and everything and this morning it ran like a sweet, sweet dream.
The weather is delicious here in Melbourne today and riding a bike could not have been more enjoyable. The sun was fingering my face, there was a hint of a breeze to let you know you were outside, the traffic was rider-friendly, the other riders were all cheerful and wearing shorts and looking hot.
Bike-riding. A simple pleasure but isn't it good.
¹ I actually have a name for my bike: Statler,
after the Muppet. Go ahead: call me a freak.