To Sembawang, 35 km. There are only two of us tonight. I have a close call, not with a phone, but with a taxi. Safety tip: be predictable and don't drift from side to side when drafting; we all have blind spots. When we break, we talk about an author who likens life to waiting for a train. I reckon too much emphasis is spent on what is happening in the waiting room. To me, the room is a means to an end. We all have a one-way ticket. Where's that train going?
Tech note What a drag. My drive train is filthy and it adversely affects my speed.
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