Spring has sprung, and onto Monday it found me taking the Surly down to the bike shoppe for a new front rack and kickstand to herald in what I hope to be my first season of bike camping. It took a good 45 minutes to install everything–those Surly racks are a bit of a breast, apparently–and then I was on my way down the hill, around, and back up the hill to meet up with A. and her sweet baby girl for a walk to the park to play on the swings.
I stopped at the harbor on my way to take a portrait of my gussied-up bike, and then strolled up the Belgian block back to the street, where I snapped a picture of this snow plow bit with what I hope will be its last snow pile, because I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back on the bike, free, my whole soul just smiling. The best. And then I rode home with the traffic, met O. for dinner, and then pedaled home. Oh, I missed you, bike.