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|
|2003/05/10||Malden||21.8 km||63:55||20.5 km/h||216 km|