[smug cyclist mode]
...you're up on the bike and away in a matter of seconds...
...whereas all the neighbours are muttering, and shivering, wielding ice scraper, bucket, and spray can, before they can even get into their chosen means of transport...
So uplifting to call out a cheery "good morning" as you whisk past.
Doesn't it just feel good, in spite of the season?
[/end of smug mode]
...you're up on the bike and away in a matter of seconds...
...whereas all the neighbours are muttering, and shivering, wielding ice scraper, bucket, and spray can, before they can even get into their chosen means of transport...
So uplifting to call out a cheery "good morning" as you whisk past.
Doesn't it just feel good, in spite of the season?
[/end of smug mode]