Cross the Duwamish at least once every ride in Seattle and this view is from the new Southpark Bridge. Those clouds said rain, we were dressed for it, and they never came. We were too warm for most of the ride, in unusually balmy temperatures. The week before, it was like I was riding in a city with no children in it.
The bike was a machine that output pure joy to everyone that saw it or rode it.
We’re editing and assembling Issue 21 now and it’s yup, it’s about the weird weather….