The joy of going out into the rain is not just knowing that there are no people about, no dog-walkers with their five metre nooses, no phone-starers with their five metre absences, no-one period. As a cyclist whose three main enemies are cars, dog-walkers, and phone-starers, this is bliss. Two out of three ain't bad. But that's not all. The joy of going out into the rain is also the misery of getting drenched and soaked and cold, so that the next time you go out and it's not raining...
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