Ten miles on the Minuteman tonight, sloshing through puddles in this displaced, day-long Spring we had, temperatures in the high 40s (and had been higher), the Night Chorus shrieking raucously, my legs getting with it and pumping vigorously, moving the bike along at a brisk pace, at least relative to recent outings, a pleasant breeze adding energy to everything.

The drivers were a little nuts, but that's generally the case any time we have noticeable weather (including noticeably nice weather).


Once on the Minuteman, commuting cyclists owned the night.


I was pleased to see that last night's slush field at Bow Street, Lexington, was gone, either melted or shoveled.


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