I left the house and walked across the heavily frosted grass to the garage. It was definitely the coldest day of winter so far. At least it meant no rain.
This time of year; it's either mild and raining, or cold and dry. Dry is always better, the thermal socks I got from the grand kids for Christmas helped to ensure I didn't get too cold.
The roads were treacherous in places, a bend looked slippery so I slowed my approach. With no skill on my part I stayed upright, both wheels slid away from me but found grip before I fell.
I turned for home early, the further I went into the countryside the more dangerous the roads felt.
And then just as I started the last short climb to home the gears locked up. I couldn't change down from top. I had to get off a push the bike.
Took it to Ross's; was told Shimano shifters never break, must need greasing. Went back later, it's broken.
Obviously I can't ride my newer bike tomorrow so I've had to pump up the tyres on the Carrera.