Had quick Thanksgiving ride on the Trucker DeLuxe this afternoon, starting half an hour before sunset. Gray day, much less vehicular traffic than any other day except Christmas, Arlington Center essentially empty. Little groups of walkers on the Minuteman, family groups coming from or going to dinner. A well-dressed old lady, using a shopping cart as a walker, with what looked like fast food wrappers laid out with a partially-eaten dinner of her own, took the air and walked a little dog; we exchanged smiles. At the turn-around, started to feel, and to hear, individual raindrops. This led to a motivated sprint home through the dusk, telling myself that I was on the fringe of a larger storm, when in fact I was merely riding through overspreading drizzle. Got a good ride out of it though, and my legs, lungs, and heart were pleased at the deception. Raised an appetite for my own dinner. And I'd like to think it made the bike happy.
rod