The last time I rode the Surly, it reminded me that I owed it some lubrication to make up for the long ride in the rain I had taken it on the other day. This afternoon, after a day spent waiting for the refrigerator repairman or someone like him, I paid that debt in Tri-Flow, and took the Surly up to Lexington on the Minuteman. Something got into me then, and I set my fastest pace on that route in at least two years. The fact that the crowds were out and evil necromancers were apparently hiding in the bushes conjuring the incompetent made this somewhat more challenging than it might normally have been, with five soundings of the bell and four sincere utterances of "Heads up!", along with one WTF. If I was "that cyclist" to anyone today, apologies. I took no photographs during the ride, being much too intent on the ride itself, but did take one of the Surly in the garage, after it had been rode hard and put up wet (with Tri-Flow).
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