Took the DeLuxe out on the Minuteman this evening, 10 miles, the heat of the day just beginning to give way to the cool of the evening. The green season is fully established: the knotweed and willows were almost audibly breathing.
The Egg is hanging in there; how long has it been now? I'll have to check. Like the snow pack of a few months ago, the knotweed is rising up to consort with it.
On the return, I was cutting along smartly when a kid on a carbon fiber road bike labored to pass me, then parked himself 20 feet in front of me. This triggered my usually-well-suppressed racing reflex, and I got down in the drops, passed him, then (after a period of active pursuit), dropped him. Given that he was about half my weight and a quarter my age, I felt reasonably pleased with myself: not bad for an old fehrt on a 26" touring bike; those Chris King hubs do roll. This monkey busiess got me home quicker, too. I am enjoying this bike.
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