Last night's ride would have been a PB for certain if it weren't for the snarly attitudes of a pair of A-group sandbaggers riding with the B-group. So, instead of barrelling home at 26 or so, I chugged in, solo, with a two-four point two-four average. Then home to eat cajun leftovers, buy a final mini-round of sundries; gasp! I got the smallest packages of dish soap and TP available at Eckerds for the final few weeks before the move. More signs of the impending life-shift at lunch today when I arranged for stop and start dates for cable & electricity at home and in Ann Arbor.
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