Patty and I pedaled together yesterday and had a great spin through the valley, about 30 miles. I rode the fixed gear cyclocross bike. She says we rode fast. We took the opportunity to change out a tube on Patty's bike half-way through the ride. She had been saying the f word, so I knew it was coming. She has little respect for old traditions. The next time she says it, I'll make her stop and sacrifice her spare tube to the f gods. The valley was waterlogged. The abundant snow has mostly melted away. On the way in from Mendon, the red-winged blackbirds declared that Spring had arrived.
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