just took rosalita out for my first night ride. the sun was all but down, a nice cool breeze was blowing in, and there were fireflies everywhere. i felt like babe ruth or evel knievel or something, with flashbulbs going off all around.
it’s a nice commodity as a new rider to be able to turn one direction out of my neighborhood and crank the throttle on a nice relaxing ride through the country, or turn the other way and get some good experience dealing with the legendary DC rush hour traffic. i feel very fortunate to have that.
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