Happiness is a bike tire that doesn't go flat.
Happiness is a new battery for the bike's speedometer. Excuse me, the bike's "cyclocomputer."
Happiness is
riding 29 miles finishing a 29-mile ride on a day when your legs felt so heavy you almost didn't even leave the house. (Happiness
is not getting to the turnaround point of your 29-mile bike ride, where you're going to sit and rest for 20 minutes, and discovering that you left the novel you intended to read -- Nabokov,
The real life of Sebastian Knight -- at home.)
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May it always be thus.
Jack
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