Today was a good bit hotter than yesterday. Yesterday's sky, as blue as the sea and clearer--as it always seems to be in those ideal memories of Childhood--turned hazier, as it often does when one tries to recall that blue expanse of yesteryear.
The only riding I did today took me to and from work. I was about a mile from work when Marianela's rear tube developed a slow leak. I was just barely able to get to work, and before I rode home I had to fix it. That, in the college where almost nobody else rides bikes.
But none of that took my mind off the riding I did over the weekend. For some reason, I found myself thinking about a group of boys who rode in circles and did wheelies in the park at Point Lookout. As it turns out, I had a photo of them:
Now tell me: Does that look like someone's childhood memory of summer, or what?