I need a bumper sticker that says, “Eat my crank!” … but that might get me arrested.
I hooked up my camera to the front of the trike frame with my Gorillapod, but didn’t get much out of it except for this shot on Prospect St. in Cambridge. Are you supposed to blur out the license plate number in these photos? I can’t imagine why it would really matter. Note the trike reflection in the bumper.
After both Enterprise Farm routes (23 stops), a Harvest Co-op grocery delivery and a Taza Chocolate drop at Diesel Café, I was spent… fell asleep on the couch watching the Sox last night. I know we’re supposed to “Believe,” but I’m guessing they didn’t pull off a miraculous ninth inning rally. Oh well… I think I’ll live.