I’d be lying through my teeth if i said I’d done lots of riding. I meant to, but it hasn’t happened. I have been reliably commuting, non-stop, through the mild and clement winter, overdressed and heating up against the promise of a winter that hasn’t yet arrived. It’s been 12 miles a day, every day, without fail.
I have been working a lot, long hours, and riding less. I’m not sure it’s entirely the right balance and I may work to redress it in the new year. I’ve also reached the logical conclusion that racing a bicycle is not all that compatible with having two children under 3. However, there are other pleasures, namely the joy in seeing other people ride bikes for the first time, and then stealing their bicycle and riding it yourself.