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  • I'm standing under a railway arch leaning on my handlebars while I wait for the rain to stop.
    Usually I'd ride on through the rain and take a soaking. It's only a few miles to the office, but today I thought I'd stop.
    The trains rumble above my head as if to remind me to get moving again. Other cyclists look down at my tires as they pass, like they're expecting to see a flat.
    But today I've stopped. Work can wait. I'm in no rush, I've got a cold coming on, and I'm listening to a nice jazz track coming out of the tinny speaker on my phone.
    Besides, I'm wearing wool today, and we all know that wool shrinks in the wet.
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