
Ya know what can’t be found in Quincy Center? A pharmacy. No book store either. Frustrating, very frustrating—particulary since I’ve been, mostly, carless for the last three weeks. I’ve now got what, I’m sure as fuck hoping, is the last of my rental cars, a Hyundai Accent. It’s another great boat of a thing, just like the last 2 rentals, also categorized as a sub compact. I imagine the car classification gods are comparing it to the Nimitz.

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scenes from a ride |
I’m thinking that if I can figure out a way to attach saddle bags to my trusty trike, I could get my workout in at the same time I rock the Errand Queen deal. Did I do this over these three carless weeks? No. SPAZ!
My triking pal, Michie, has a basket and a hook up so she can tote her folded up walker with her. I gotta hit my local bike shop and see if they can kit me out.
On yesterday's excursion, I pedaled nearly halfway up Wollaston Beach. Round trip, including all my off path detours, that's close to ten miles. Huzzah! Can it be long before I'm ready for my Isle of Skye Adventure? It's within reach. I can feel it now.
Wheel In The Sky—Journey
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