"Hey, Sam, remember this bike?"
"What, that old thing? I thought you recycled it."
"Now, be nice, Sam, a lot of folks say that about you."
"No need to get personal about it. You're not so young yourself. Why don't you go for a ride and come back when you've got some carbon fiber."
"Carbon fiber? Would shredded wheat count?"
"Shredded wheat? I don't think that would make a good fork."
"You could eat it with a fork, I guess. See you later, Sam."
"Later. Look out for those electrical unicycles."
And off I rolled up the Minuteman on the LHT, the weather gray and drizzly, a headwind on the outbound leg. Not so many people out, and those seemed sunk into themselves. But perhaps I was projecting. Kept a good pace, and realized I had something to ask the Battle Road Bikes folks, so I visited them after the ride.
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