Cycle power.
Still no engined locomotion, just two legs and a razor blade that’s called a saddle. Start out nice and easy, after all, this is the first ride since, well, since I can’t remember when, about 5 years ago. Certainly the cycle has remained in it’s packing all the time I was in the USA, because even with the best intentions to get fit, use the bikes, there was always something else to do.
So, 20 miles. Starting from city suburbs the first issue is traffic, lots of it, I’m wearing a hi vis jacket, but if drivers can’t see a huge motorcycle sometimes with lights on what chance a cyclist. Then there’s the roads, cyclists confined to scuttling in the gutters. Finally, I’m starting out with a twisted knee, so pain will be my partner, even on the flat bits.