It’s only my second day of commuting this year, and I already feel like I’m back in the groove. The hill wasn’t so bad, I wore my street clothes and shoes, I was comfortable on the tight shoulder of SR26, I was silently thinking creative curses towards the drivers passing too close and the students walking in front of me, I successfully dodged that huge pothole just around the curve on Sheets street, and I calmly shook my head in disbelief after the young lady in the blue Toyota almost caught me in a right hook on the way home. (Another cyclist watching from across the intersection smiled and said, “It happens sometimes”)
I’m a commuter again.
These pipes were dumped at the site over the weekend. I’m wondering if they are to be used as conduit for buried utility lines.