Wim Wenders

An early Sunday marked our first time pedalling since the faux-spring suffered its apt demise amonth or so ago. We managed 15 miles and I really wanted to ride in Louisville but the Second Street Bridge was still closed, the streets surrounding such were literally choked with debris as few of the unfortunate were seen sleeping in the viaducts under the bridge. One has to admire the present priorities. It WAS a divine day for cycling regardless.