Took the Sam Hillborne out for a late-afternoon ride on the Minuteman that developed into a sunset ride.
Sometimes a meditative solitude prevailed.
Sometimes devilish population density carried the day, through one encounter after another. At times, that felt dangerous. No pictures of the really hairy episodes, but there were times the dominant mood was misanthropic. Perhaps I was confusing conditions on the Minuteman with zoning bylaws currently under discussion.
Oddly enough, once I got back on the street to ride the last few blocks home, a spirit of calm descended. Perhaps that was a route-planning tip from the bicycle gods.
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