Out and about in Boulder, braving the wind to get to the post office, and maybe the bookstore. Beautiful sunshine but the wind is killer! Someone's mail is scattered all over my neighborhood. Glad it's not mine!
I remember that bike shop with you that night -- rows and racks full of wheels and spokes and frames in endless variations. Did those photos turn out or was there too much reflection?
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I remember that bike shop with you that night -- rows and racks full of wheels and spokes and frames in endless variations. Did those photos turn out or was there too much reflection?
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