By 1pm I'd given up waiting for the forecasted sun. It took effort to reassure myself that once warmed up I'd enjoy the ride despite the gray. Actually by the time I crossed onto Burke Gilman there was sun and it improved. So much that I rode home instead of doing light rail. I'm beat though. It was chilly and I miss my balaclava lost in the restaurant in Winslow last Sunday. Never let anyone pick up your gear as a favor. Stuff falls under the table and is lost. Oh well. In the big picture it matters little. Here is a cyclist ahead of me waiting for the Montlake Bridge to do its thing.
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