If I’m famous for something, it’s my award-winning* avian pictures:
*[My avian photography has never won an award.]
To seize the picture of a chicken of prey in mid-flight with a fish in its talons is arguably certainly one of pictures’s biggest challenges. Considerably more easy is getting an honest shot of some chickens, as I did this morning whereas passing by Yonkers:
Whereas there are individuals who do maintain chickens on this space (I can hear the “cock-a-doodle-doo”-ing once I experience previous their homes), this was the primary time I’ve seen them merely working free, and I can solely assume this implies Yonkers is now on the cusp of being overrun by feral poultry. In line with sure factions, migrants now are consuming up all of the animals, and but these scrumptious unprocessed Chick-fil-A sandwiches clearly really feel comfortable and are capable of scratch round within the filth alongside the bike path utterly unmolested. Alas, I now not know what to consider.
Sure, ours is a tradition of extremes, which comes into sharp reduction round election time. I too am a person of extremes. For instance, in the future I’m using a Roaduno, and the following I’m on a classic Y-Foil, which is basically the Anti-duno:
It’s nonetheless carrying its Vermont gravel mustache:
And sure, this previous week I did in reality have a name with one of many engineers who designed the Y-Foil, and I now no extra about this bicycle than maybe another layperson on the planet.
As for the Roaduno and its pending dingle-ization, I think the issue is a worn freewheel not cooperating with a brand new chain, and can set up a brand new one imminently.
I’m extraordinarily grateful for all of your assist and ideas over the previous few days, even when most of them have been most likely fallacious.
Could your weekend run as easily as a well-tuned drivetrain.
