"There's only one cyclist who has a light as bright as that!" I called out as my retinas collapsed.
Indeed it was PaulR a few moments ago in my road (and his).
We talked about beer, soldering and washing machines.
I think I saw Jurek this afternoon, whizzing along East Hill. I was at a bus stop and by the time I was confident enough that it was him to call out, he had gone too far past to hear me .
It was I.
Either
en route to, or returning from Manotea Towers.