Norrtull, 8:45 am. The traffic into town is backed up for several miles. A quick glace through a passenger- side window and I see how one driver is clenching the steering wheel like he is murdering a rabid dog. I roll on by along the adjacent bike lane and turn off onto a gravel path which follows the edge of the lake Brunnsviken and continues past historic cottages from the 17th century.
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