There was some cycling, there were as usual some feelings, there was a bad moon photo. Monday Rode into a greyish, blustery morning. Legs reluctant today, but I tried to go fast up Raroa to get it over with. Shrieked loudly when a little truck then a van overtook too close. I’ve become much more vocal as a cyclist lately. Maybe it’s like cats – as they get older they have more to say, and they feel that what they have to say is more important than ever.