Rode out to Lexington on the new bike before dinner, 10 miles, back with the sunset in my mirror. Fiddled with the seat position and height, got both righter. Saw a bunch of the Minuteman evening regulars, folks I miss on morning rides, the Mysterious Tourist among them; the Reading Woman was out for a walk with her husband, so no book this time. A runner had her long red hair in a single braid, which she held in one hand while she ran, a sort of Pre-Raphaelite vision of aerobic fitness.
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