Flashes of Panic

I’ll get back to the pool later.

Tonight I tried out a “getting-downtown” method I’d considered, and found it to work very well. Specifically, I can hop on my bike, ride side streets to Davis Square, and lock it there outside the T station. (There is a small forest of bikes locked to the racks outside the College Avenue exit.) Stuff my helmet in my bag and ride the T downtown and back out, no worries; I even spent much of the ride in reading the PDF of Gerry Lindgren’s book which has been on my computer desktop for far too long.

On the way back out, I put fresh batteries in my wicked cool bike headlight (something like this but the older model) and was pleased to find that it still works quite well. The taillight needs some adjusting, though; the light I had with me didn’t fit the bracket that’s on the bike, so either there’s another light around somewhere which fits that bracket, or another bracket. I clipped it to the bungie cord on the back rack and it did just fine.

Of course, I saw no other cyclists with any kind of lights whatever. Either that’s not a municipal ordinance around here (as it was in my Pennsylvania town,) or nobody pays attention to that law. (Hah.)

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