The last time I rode my bike was July 28.
July 29th was the beginning of the end.
Banned from riding for two months.
The bike was lonely.
I could hear it sobbing every time I went into the garage.
The road bike is set up on the trainer so it gets a
short fix every few days.
But not the Monkey, it just hangs in the garage.
Sobbing and sniffling.
So...
On Sunday I went for a ride.
A short, slow ride.
Sort of what Jonathan Vaughters was expecting
when he rode with John Kerry.
Without the Bermuda shorts.
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