Oct. 20th, 2004 01:43 pm
UFR: My bike (redux)
This morning on the way to work, I heard and then saw a man coming my way from the direction of Sheridan. He had shocks of gray-white hair, wore bright red slacks, and was talking aloud to himself. On his left side, he was walking a shiny, relatively new bicycle. When I saw it, my immediate reaction was, "THAT'S WHERE MY BIKE'S AT!"
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