Saturday afternoon, I took the OAC Rambler and rode East.
It was a beautiful day to start, blue sky, bright sun, some wind that I paid very little mind, not knowing nor caring where it came from, where it was going, or how quickly it went there. The Rambler gobbled up the hills, was stable when I wanted stability and nimble when I needed to dance, all with a gratifying penchant for speed. The 38mm Soma C-Line tires kept me floating over such broken pavement as was there to be ridden on. I'm feeling very fond of this bike after short acquaintance; I look forward to getting it out beyond I-495 as the weather improves: it feels good for the distance, and the hills won't faze it. Haystack Observatory?
As the day went on, the sky shifted from empty blue to a display of cirrus clouds, ice crystals way up there, a sort of fragile beauty like a glass bell.
Towards the end of the ride, the sky was grey, full of low clouds promising rain. I'm pleased to say that they didn't deliver while I was riding under them.
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