It seems that the Almighty is seeing fit to tease me, as He teased Moses in the desert. The first two days of my ebike commuting life have been afflicted with an unpleasant cold.
Hasn't held me back, though. On Monday - feeling like death warmed over - I got from Western Springs to the Grey Lynn shops (up what is apparently known as "Chinaman's Hill") in third gear. Today, I did it in sixth. Praise be for the electrics.
Yesterday I was wearing a knee-length skirt, knee-length socks (yes, the Zettai Ryouiki look, anime fans) and high heels. And pedalling was not any sort of issue. Okay, it was also scarily windy, and the skirt blew up past what might have been considered bounds of decency on the way home, but that didn't bother me much. Today, it's a short dress over slacks with flat shoes - no significant difference.
Everyone loves the bike to death at the office. It may well be that I'm providing my suppliers with endless free advertising. The most common comment, though, is that I'm apparently foolhardy and brave riding a bicycle on the same road as Auckland drivers. But, if we don't cycle for fear of lunatics driven by petrol, those lunatics will have no incentive to change their ways.
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