Hopped on the GT on Sunday and rode East.
It being Halloween, I also paid my respects at Bell Rock Cemetery, Malden's old burying ground. Just after I took this photo, a gust of wind blew the bike over, a sure sign of spectral intervention according to several literary traditions.
Dodged around the usual traffic and hills itinerary, with some wet spots thrown in that needed to be managed on this currently fenderless bike. I acquired a bit of a dorsal stripe on my jersey in consequence, but generally enjoyed the ride. Caught a gaudy expanse of sky over Medford Center.
A puddle gathered the sunset clouds against the curb in West Medford. I rode home to treat the tricksters.
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