First ride into the city this year
February 18th, 2014, 2pm
It was 8°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.
In winter I tend to ride loops from home, but today rode into Leeds for the first time since autumn.
The first half was on the road - one of those rides when every light went red as I approached them, and the moment I gave up teetering on my pedals, immediately turned green.
I rode the other half by muddy towpath and arrived at the gallery in lycra by Jackson Pollock.
But it felt good, coming out of dark wet winter into the sunshine.
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