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Monday, June 27, 2005

Local Ride

Farmer's Market.



Corn, preserves, birdhouses. Lots of "Yes ma'am" and "No ma'am" and everyone moves a bit more slowly unless they're not from around here. It's a straight shot from the tables here to the local farms.



And flowers. Plants. Herbs. You can smell them the moment you ride up. I pushed the bike away from the entrance just in case a little 2-stroke smoke might've intruded on their perfume.



Worth noting: six big ears of fresh corn fit easily under the seat of the Super 9.