The morning ride was insanely quick - I don't think I hit one single light. No time for photos, no time for griping, complaining or whining.
The evening ride was a different story. Cold, windy, 45 degrees, raw, spitting rain. One bright spot, though - the State Troopers were on the Cheese Grater pulling people over for speeding. This warms my heart because NOBODY is doing the speed limit on Memorial Drive, and that's not good for us cry-cyclists. In fact, there isn't much that's good for cyclists in Boston. When I saw the cops, I stopped and waited to see if they'd snag anybody. I hadn't been waiting 30 seconds before they pulled over the white car in the photo. You can see the officer returning to the white car to give the driver a ticket. In the vernacular of our youth, "Psych!".
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I'm the one loser who goes the speed limit. Look for the slow, blue car. If you listen carefully, you'll hear the sound of screaming as we pass you - sometimes in one voice, sometimes two, and sometimes three!
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