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Today’s bike commute getup. One more distant colleague didn’t know who I was until I spoke to her. Other folks who see me more often could recognize me by my helmet alone. 🚲

A man (me!) in a bike helmet, balaclava, sunglasses, a second face covering, and bright-colored jacket. Not pictured: layers of clothes underneath the jacket and a nice new pair of fleece-lines pants.

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