Bike therapy

To Sengkang, 47 km. Chinese New Year. A time for reunion. And farewell. A plane leaves Singapore. At the same time, I leave home on my bicycle for some therapy, to leave some memories behind for a while. My heart is heavier than my steel bike. A headwind blows as I head for Buangkok. It's a journey into time, with some trails, wooden bridges and wooden houses with zinc roofs. Going on dirt and rock-strewn trails reminds me why my one and only bicycle is a mountain bike, not a racer. Next stop is Sengkang and Punggol. Much has changed. Old roads are sealed off. New roads are opened. I feel better.
Tech note The irritating, persistent clinking when I'm using my middle chainring has largely disappeared. I also sand off the rust on my frame: Chinese New Year advice from someone who built a race car.