Riding down 2nd, with panniers full of groceries and a hint of belgian in the bloodstream, entering tornadoes of leaves at every intersection and trimming out to 5 degrees left or right lean... definitely a
stone well-skipped. ---
Turns out that wasn't a bullet we heard yesterday, but Glenn's bike tire bursting from the heat of his car's exhaust.
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Did you hit the Stumbling Monk last night?
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