Thursday, May 3, 2012
Biking in the Homeland
Joergen and I kicked off the tour with a post-rain jog up Bedford. People of every variety seemed happier to see toured-out bikes rather than your average commuters. I yell "Shalom" at a bunch of Hasid kids in their Kamakazi busses, smiling waving little buggers curling fingers over the cracked-open window panels.
The air's fresh, the bikes have that dynamo quality of an extra load. We're ready. All systems go.
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