Looking out my office window throughout the day, I often feel a pang of sadness for my bike, which sits out there all day in the cold, halfway up the snowbank that covers most of the bike rack. (I’ve anthropomorphized my belongings like this as long as I can remember: I recall introducing my G.I. Joe figures to each other as I acquired them.)
So imagine my happiness when I discovered, the other day, that my bike had a new friend! They come from different worlds, but they seem to have gotten on well.
Do those two wheeled stand on things actually work in the winter in Northfield?