Portrait of a commute.
Featuring the fancy pantsed 1987(?) Stumpjumper. It's a surprisingly snappy beater. Every now and then my heels will get lodged under the rear baskets on the upstroke. Since there's no helping it, I choose to find it amusing rather than annoying, and it is exciting.
I retrieved the pull saw from it's stash spot of 2 weeks ago. I had forgotten it was there.
The signs point to success.
It's an OK commute. If you're into that.
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