Rode across town to Mystery House for the swap. Fun afternoon.
In an odd coincidence, both times when I crossed the Mystic at Medford, I passed the same woman walking with two boys on bikes -- and in the combined time I had them in earshot, she never once stopped yelling at them. Well, I thought it was odd, like the three of them were trapped in some kind of time loop, and I happened to skim the edge of it. If I'd gone any closer, I might still be there, listening to the bitching.
Date | Route | Dist | Time | Avg Spd | Year Total |
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2003/05/10 | Malden | 21.8 km | 63:55 | 20.5 km/h | 216 km |