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This morning’s freezing bike commute has me dressing like a double-balaclavad bank robber with a love for fluorescent yellow.

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Je viens de payer une facture assez chère pour faire entretenir et réparer mon vélo, mais la facture annuelle juste pour le droit de garer une voiture chez mon travail coûterait deux fois ça. Je sors donc toujours gagnant.

It is flannel shirt, heavy gloves, and balaclava season for this bike commuter, and I couldn’t be happier.

🔗 linkblog: just read 'Anne Hidalgo demande aux cyclistes de ne pas dépasser les automobilistes pour éviter de les humilier'

Five flats between two bikes in six weeks (four in the last two) can’t be a world record, but it’s a personal best that I’m not interested in beating anytime soon. Wishing the bus came closer to my house, even though that commute is even longer.

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