Made acquaintance with seven strangers yesterday as we all rode along the river. Found a new path through an old city and worked our way back north. Donuts on the picnic table and a thirty dollar bill later the coffee cup was empty and it was rolling north again along the flywheel. An afternoon ride to the East found stick after stick after stick and a fair amount of discomfort. Several miles by foot and scores of the obese. Forty thousand dollars and you’re still hanging on the walls of the State Fair? Exposure they say. It’ll never make sense to me, but it also doesn’t have to. Find the path and wonder whatever happened. You’ll find the answers in the banana stand if you can get up high enough.