For my morning ride, I turned from Crescent Street to Broadway and crossed under the elevated train at 31st Street. I found myself in…Ukraine?
That’s what I wondered, at least for a moment. What would it be like to ride down a familiar route and encounter a military vehicle .
Of course, that truck had nothing to do with the Armed Forces. And its driver did nothing to menace me or anyone else. But I had to wonder about the motivation of whoever had that cement mixer truck painted in camouflage colors!
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