We got a warm day in Boston that finally melted the black ice across the bikeway - time to take the studs off. Gorgeous ride into work, low thirties temps (getting more crowded out there, oh well), light rain and a little flurry of hail-stones on the way home. I preferred the hail - it made funny pinging noises on the helmet. Next up in Boston - frogs and locusts.
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Work is the curse of the drinking classes - Oscar Wilde