I got a call late this morning from my son Sam, suggesting that we meet for lunch at the Kickstand Cafe. Good idea! I rode my 1987 GT Karakoram over, saw the he had already locked his (formerly, my) 1973 Raleigh Grand Prix to a rack; I locked the GT next to it, and left the two red bikes to get reacquainted.
After sandwiches and a good chat, we decided to have a ride up to Lexington on the Minuteman.
Once in Lexington Center, we stopped at Peets for some coffee. This cafe-to-cafe riding discipline has its points, for sure. As we left, and turned the bikes back towards Arlington, a gentle rain began to fall. By the time we passed Brown Homestead, we were out of it, and feeling somewhat refreshed. At the Swan Place junction with the Minuteman, Sam paused to receive a message from the aether.
The message received, we proceeded as far as Spy Pond, at which point I headed home to East Arlington, and he rolled on to Somerville.
More aether. I'm pleased to say we both made it home before the downpour.
rod