Gosh, it seems to be cycling week here on Disgruntled Commuter…blame the RMT & the belated arrival of the late-running summer.
Anyway, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself this evening for not only remembering that I would be out cycling later than usual and I would need lights, but also remembering to actually locate my front light, check its batteries after a long summer lying lost under the sofa, find replacement batteries, find a replacement back light for the one that went missing in a bizarre Tour de France related incident, assemble the back light AND having done all this, actually take my lights with me today. So as the time came to cycle home, I proudly clipped on my back light to my bag, fitted my front light to the miraculously un-stolen front light bracket, switched them both on and prepared to cycle off. And got nowhere.
Sometimes it helps if you unlock the bike first.