The wind blew my jacket open and the air felt thick on my chest. I came to a screeching halt despite pressing lightly on my brakes. Too bad chemicals keep these parts lubed. I even feel defeated paying for an aerosol can of WD-40-- it's probably worth it. I fear that on a wet morning gravity will pull me over my handle bars at the request of a stop.
I arrived at the beach and sat on a bench with a view to the horizon where the undulating gray surface met the patchy sky. The seagull plunged to the water, only to complete the concave motion with the apex at sic inches above the crashing waves. A spectacular display of athleticism. We raced our bikes home, inspired.
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