Spikes

Waking to snow on the ground and having prepped the winter bike after the joyless slippy and falling over cycling of the last snow, I opted for the spikes for the run to work. Needn't have bothered. As soon as I was crossing the bridge it was obvious that there was nothing on the south side. So the whole run into the office on the fat, wide, spiked tyres, was on dry roads and paths. And the run back. With the sun shining to really rub grit into the wound.

In other news, having missed the little LX3 since its unfortunate demise, I found a secondhand one on Ffordes so bought it. It turned up today. Absolutely mint.