Actually, I'm not "literally" on fire, because I can't smell burning and my clothes are not a smouldering pile of ashes lying round my blistered and charred feet.
But I am metaphorically on fire because I've gone for 2 weeks without driving to work. I've cycled 10 times on the bounce: through snow, darkness, wind and the cold. It's not bucketed down yet, but give it time.
However, every lining has a cloud and I managed to lose one of my rear lights. Most likely it was in an exhuberant traffic light sprint(!) one morning, but I only noticed after I parked the bike and by then it was probably mashed under the wheels of some car or van.
You win some, you lose some.
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