Took the Surly Trucker DeLuxe and rode East.
The day was chilly, but at least it was windy; I added a windblock layer that took care of any risk of chilling. A stiff breeze flew all flags, be they the prayer flags at the Kurukulla Center or Old Glory snapping taut on poles along Main Street in Malden. It occurred to me that the national flag may have as many prayers riding on it just now as the ones the Vajrayana Buddhists fly. This does not, I think, put Kappy's in an equivalence class with the stupa, although no doubt it has its devotees..
Kept an eye on the clock while bombing around the hills, and timed my return so that I wasn't stuck out in the dark. Crossed the Mystic River into East Arlington at sundown.
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