Saturday, the weather had already changed, and I took the 1987 GT Karakoram and rode East under overcast, drizzly skies. I chose to regard this as a pleasant change from the preceding hot-and-muggies.
While transiting the flats of Medford on Central Avenue, I came across a beautiful old Ford Thunderbird that stopped me in my tracks, and took a photo of what I consider its most memorable feature: the spare tire. They don't make 'em like that any more.
Hills and traffic are the salient features of this route, and I'm usually unwilling to stop the bike to take pictures of either. But every once in awhile I do it anyway, for example:
At the bottom of a long hill,
Elisha Converse blows his spout.
Time to point the bike West and pedal home.
rod