Reward Time

You won’t find me dragging my bike out of mothballs and peeling off the cobwebs just in case of friendly weather. When spring happens, I’m already out there. In such glorious times, biking is 100% play, all the way to work and all the way back. Exercise? What’s that? Not some loathsome chore to be squeezed into a day that’s already chopped into too many bits.
Here’s my bike, propped up against the Broadway Bridge, stuffed with flowers for Lindi.