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I was doing 45kph when I hit the ice.
Left the city at Potters Bar. Full power lights to descend a 10% hill. Not on the profile... do I route around it? No, they've done worse.
High gear, pedal slow, lots of power, following an owl as quietly as possible. We bank hard to follow the road. Shoot out the tunnel of trees, he goes left. I stick to the tarmac.
Stars in the sky. First glimmer of light, or is that the city glow? Hills getting smaller, rolling. Speed rising with the sun.
Everything now golden. Low hedges cast long shadows. A carpet of sparkling frost warns of ice. Will it melt? Shoes still wet after hours; think not.
Into Cambridgeshire, all downhill. Bedfordshire, uphill. Cambridgeshire again. Oh how I love your gradient. Best of all counties. But fickle, last time I was here the story was reversed.
Lanes are quiet, and wide. Passed by a car, first since Sandy. Lose control of both wheels. Think "cr". Traction returns.
Arrive in town. Race a bus. Collect child. Nap on floor mid-game of train. Cramp.
...it was something like that.
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Having my "morning" coffee and croissant right now reading this... How was it?