I saw lots of bunny rabbits today, as usual. I cursed the leaden trekking bike, each noisy pedal revolution enfuriated me (definite front mech adjustment required along with strange high-pitched clicks which obviously don't occur when I turn the cranks by hand), and I gave up struggling and span slowly into work. I'm waiting for some inner tubes for my 70's racer, then it's back on that for the forseeable future hopefully.
I think the hatred of the practical but stodgy trekking bike was largely mental this morning, plus I am convinced that the racer is the best thing since my boyhood Raleigh Arena.
Then I forgot to collect my towel from the drying room before showering, and had to get dressed back into my sweaty top and shorts to fetch it, and I was practically dry by the time I got back to the shower room.