I’d planned to do hill repeats this morning, but various changes to the household plans forced me to shift to a shorter, less intense ride this evening, through the hazy light. In the course of the ride, I watched a kewl d00d take a laughably bad swing at his golf ball, smelled fields that had been tilled literally ten seconds before I rode past, giggled at a car that had a “Kennedy|Johnson” bumper sticker, managed to ride without braking through a particularly tough S-turn, and heard a pheasant squawk at me. The scenery was damn good, too:
