Blinded by the Light

Mourning at the Viaduct

With the rising sun just above street level, I knew that if I was having trouble seeing in front of me, the motorists approaching from the rear were having just as much trouble seeing me. I rode in with my fingers crossed. It’s time to pull out the orange vest every day.

Rode home in a light sprinkle. It was refreshing.

Miles Ridden: 7.0

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