Took the Trucker DeLuxe out for an 11-mile loop up to Lexington Center and back, out on the mostly-empty Minuteman, back on the even-emptier Mass. Ave. Temperatures in the mid-40s, blustery, with a head-wind that added to the effort outbound and the speed inbound, chilly enough to make the merino neck gaiter I had pulled up over my nose to send the right social signals feel downright cozy, if a little moist about the nostrils.
The Minuteman had enough elbow room to please a misanthrope with a penchant for armchair epidemiology, perfect for social distancing.
The Mile 4.0 Cairn Builders have achieved Social Distancing. Sputnik next.
Put the contents of the register in the bag and no one gets hurt.
Steel frame, long wheelbase touring bike, 26" wheels, 2.37" Rat Trap Pass Extralight tires, rolls well and takes the rough with the smooth.
The sky was always up there. This was reassuring.
Mass. Ave., the village of East Lexington: come for the Hot Rod, stay for the
Flying A.
rod