Seletar, 41 km. Lately, I know I should cycle but I don't. Instead, I veg out. Today, I feel I should veg out, but I don't. Instead, I head out. As my wheels roll, my face spontaneously crinkles into a smile. Seeing a muti-storey carpark, I go up all the little ramps I can find.
I also proceed along a dimly-lit road. It looks interesting, but I have a sense of foreboding instead of exploring. This feels like dastardly doggy country, so I turn back to the bright lights.
As I cycle here and there on a whim, I find that I've found a new loop. It's not a long loop, but it's something. And if I do the loop, it'll keep the mould away from my Brooks saddle.