YES! The return of summer evening turbo sprints.
No more living in the equivalent of a well tailored Glad bag. No more
vent-less winter helmet. No more double layer face mask. No more low
speeds because the brakes are wet and the pavement slippy.
Just flying along at top speed past pooping puppies and toiling lawn masters to the joyous staccato of bugs hitting my teeth.
I got me a case of the happys.
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