Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The golden season
Kinda like the golden hour, but for time of year. End of summer. I threw clothes on with my eyes half open on Saturday morning, filled my tires and rode my bike in the 72° weather to an aluminum-sided diner car under the bridge.
Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
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