Yesterday the police were out in force handing out tickets to cyclists who got in the way of cars. Today the police were blocking traffic on busy intersections so that we could cycle by. Must be Sunday.
Halfway up a hill in the middle of nowhere my iPhone discovers a connection and starts vibrating. I check it. It's a message from the widow of prince Mugooboo who needs my bank account number. Yay for connectivity!
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First stop is the medical tent. There was a tree that had dropped a large number of spherical acorn-like seeds. Cycling over those was like cycling over ball bearings. My bike slid out sideways, Newton determined that I would keep traveling straight, and the theory of gravity brought me down to the pavement. Fortunately the iPhone was undamaged. As was my bike. But I skinned my elbow. No big deal.