The half-bottle-of-red commute home.

At 1:00am, as Jupiter courts a waning moon in a clear sky, I charged home half buzzed on roads I alone owned and it reminded me of what is so brilliant about the bicycle. Nothing could do that commute faster. A gilet and some arm-warmers were just enough to keep the brisk air away, but also not so much that you didn’t feel light and fast.

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