In spite of a certain weariness, I took the Surly out on the Minuteman for a quick ride through the warm and muggies before dinner.
The Minuteman was thronged, all those people bestowing the usual mixed blessing on each other. In spite of the occasional hair-raising traffic violation that conduced to misanthropy, somehow the presence of fellow humans on the trail managed to be cheering today.
And, again, there were ducks. Sign me up.
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