This morning I threw a leg over my bike for my commute. It was nice. The road was just wet enough tha have me concerned, though. With a broken rear fender I'm prone to receive the dreaded "racing stripe".
In the dark (by the way, the dark is hard to take after having the light for a few weeks.), my lights revealed a sheen of wet that was fortuitously interrupted by longitudinal cracks in the pavement. By riding on the downhill- or curb-side of the cracks I was effectively reducing the amount of water my tire could fling at me.
Which was fine until I came to the newly refinished Post Street. I don't usually make a habit of cursing smooth pavement but...
