Puttering is fun, and a new toy.

Not seeing much here. Maybe a sad beatnik Black Bolt?

Brian and I rode together, which meant I wasn’t always figuring out where to turn. I think the only choice I made was to pick up that one street in Toluca Lake that’s been bugging me. I HAVE YOU NOW, WEIRD DEAD END STREET.

When I got home, I added my new toy to my bike:

Twice as heavy as my old seat, hard as a rock, and super pretty. It’s going to feel awesome… in a few hundred miles.

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