You know what I love? A cool Saturday morning in August. Flags lifting ever so slightly in the breeze. A colorful and bustling farmer’s market. No destination in mind. A steady, comfortable, and confident pace. People who return my wave as I ride past.
I don’t particularly care for broken chain links, and I especially don’t enjoy the discovery that I don’t have a chain tool along for the ride.
Which is the reason I have time to ponder these thoughts at the moment.
It’s a long walk home.
But at least it’s a cool Saturday morning.