Nature calls. Nature is calling. But I don’t want to take the call in Ballard. Motivation for the ride home, maybe. it’s hard to enjoy the scenery when nature is calling incessantly. Rolling through Fremont, feeling it. Really. Thinking how desperate one must be to use the Gas Works Park men‘s room. Then I look to my right and what do I see, but 75 kybos lined up for me. Is this heaven? No, and it’s not Iowa either. It’s Seattle in September and I got a whiff of RAGBRAI. Just in time.
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