Yes, it's true. My other half and baby set off from hospital, after an abortive attempt at a magnetic resonance scan (our wee one suddenly developed a cold), in a taxi. I was aboard my trusty new bike (I had expected the bairn to be in hospital for at least one more day).
I passed through the centre, beside Il Duomo, down Via Dante and over the road to the Castello, through the park and then across Paolo Sarpi and home. I did not even rush, well, I rode briskly, but I by no means raced. Not even a little bit. Indeed, even I was a little surprised to have got back first.
Good things bikes. Apart from making you end up rather sticky and sweaty, that is.
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