Rudely Abused on Some Hesher's Joyride
While it now seems certain that poor Madeline will spend the rest of her metallurgical days at the bottom of the Frenchtown Pond, my bike was free as a...no, not a bird, some other animal, with 2 wheels...um, nevermind... It took me on my first half-century of the year (50 miles). It was willing, my legs were OK with it, but my lower back, neck, and nether regions all disagreed. Not that they had any choice, since they go where the legs say to. It grew windier as the day progressed, while I grew wearier. I didn't set any speed records and I really did have that song in my head the whole time.