It's a light-hearted, whimsical little piece that doesn't invoke the fraught car/bike dynamic at all, though I'm sure people on Outside's Facebook page will still figure out a reason to use it as more evidence that cyclists deserve to die.
You'll forgive me if I have routes on the brain, as schools are in spring recess this week, which means that in order to get my stretchy-clothes riding in I must head out in the ungodly pre-dawn hours. Furthermore, because it's dark, I've been opting for well-lit streets, which basically means staying in the city and riding in Central Park. And while I love riding in Central Park (especially in the early morning when the tourists are still sound asleep in their Airbnbs and rising sun gives the skyscrapers a pinkish aura) I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pining for some decadent midday out-of-town riding. However, I can take solace that in a week and a half I'll be getting some out-of-town-and-then-some riding at L'Eroica California:
Hold on, let me fix that:
That's better.
Hopefully I can force-grow an old-timey mustache by then.
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