As soon as the Saturday afternoon line storm blew on past, I took the Surly out for a quick ride up to Lexington Center and back. I had a hunch that the Minuteman would be relatively quiet for a while, and this was borne out during the ride. I had the place pretty much to myself outbound, not so much on the return, as pedestrian couples and cycling family groups came out to play in increasing numbers. I did notice that as the trail began to fill, it seemed that mask compliance was down somewhat compared to last Monday, but the numbers were such that something like social distancing was probably working. Oh well, Covid-19 Boredom Dissociative Syndrome is where you find it; the trick is not to let it find you.
East Arlington: Broadway, looking East, as the storm clouds blow out to sea.
East Arlington: Broadway, looking West as flights of angels usher in the return of Ra. I'll go that way!
Arlington: empty Minuteman at 5ish. When was the last time we saw that?
The Mile 4.0 Cairns are standing tall.
I stopped to admire the accidental proscenium arch at Arlington's Great Meadow, and through it, the Meadow itself. And to take a picture of the Surly, of course.
Made good time on this ride, and was reminded of the Minuteman's quiet virtues.
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