I wasn’t looking forward to my first cross-town trip of the season, especially since the few times I’d managed to drag my bike around the neighbourhood had left me feeling that, after yet another long idle winter and the years piling on, there might be something not working quite right . . . probably the heart, because that would, of course, provide a most fitting end halfway up the first serious hill. And yet, to my surprise, I just flew along Queen and over the bridge, because sometimes it turns out all you really need is a little more air in your tires.
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