Is defined as deciding that buggrit, you're going to dig out the GN250 and make it into work. Cleared the paper from home and set out at 11.20am. Actually, once I'd get a couple of miles from home, the roads were mostly clear of ice, although every sidestreet round our way, and the street outside the new office (Leonard Street, EC) were like glass. Main streets in the City are fine. Feet out like outrigger skis on a French Nutter's BMW GS, into the kerb and onto the broken surface of the ice, bottom gear and hope. I only saw one other bloke on a motorcycle in the entire trip, and he was on a CG125[1]. Plus two bods on scooters. Return journey will be interesting, though, as it's freezing again.