Towards the end of Wednesday afternoon, I took the Seven for a sprint out to Lexington Center and back on the Minuteman. Between the lightweight frame and fork, and the apparent and unexpected tendency of the brifters to coax me into the right gear ratio for any given conditions, the bike seemed to fly. I also discovered that the brifters were fully operable from the drops. That surprised me, although perhaps it shouldn't have. Once again, the bike is teaching me things.
The weather was fine, and many a cyclist was taking their bike for a spin. As I was riding at a brisk clip through Lexington, a well-taken-care-of housecat hopped on the trail and began making feline overtures. I greeted it with a warm "hello kitty", immediately after which half a dozen young riders came barreling up the left lane. The cat very sensibly dived for cover. And so it went. Relatively good conditions breed population pressure. It's the migration phenomenon in microcosm. Everybody's doing it.
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