Rolled out on the Surly around noon Friday, warm, sunny, with big old fluffy clouds drifting overhead. They were feeding a dragon on Broadway in East Arlington.
I rode East.
On the Northern Strand, a squadron of food trucks reminded me I hadn't eaten lunch.
Shortly thereafter, the Pocket Devil had some sort of nervous breakdown, a hard crash that rendered the screen black and unresponsive to all inputs. After that, I just rode, seeking out hills to ride up and whiz down, recording no tracks and taking no more pictures. It felt good, and the expected Smartphone Withdrawal Syndrome symptoms did not afflict me.
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