Bike commutes have been boring this week... dare I admit it?
Yesterday I pulled off to the bus stop at the bottom of Main and Dredger for a little water break, and witnessed a black Dodge shortbed pickup with a shell, flooring it out of the curve and up the hill. I made a slow-down motion at him, he flipped me off. I hope he doesn't kill anyone or anything. The guy at the crest of the hill lets his dog play off leash in his front yard, there are deer hiding on either side, two blocks past the crest there is a school, the housewives are coming out for their evening jogs.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."