The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Glorious spring morning
After a gray rainy weekend it was a pleasure to get out on the K75S and run errands this morning.
You can smell so much more on a bike - honeysuckle, skunk, wild onion, and something that smells like a freshly sharpened Ticonderoga No. 2 pencil.
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