Copper sink mirrored crops:
Hopefully my last visit here for a good long time:
In a special treat from the When It Rains It Pours Dept. on the ride to work this morning I was stopped by an officer requesting my information, again, for the other officer that spoke to the driver earlier this month. I guess it must not be a big deal since the original officer was too busy to talk, writing up a burglary report, when I called first thing this morning to see what this is about. Smells funny but I guess it's good that motorist vs. cyclist issues are making a blip on the radar. There are some cycling friends encouraging me not to talk to the cops since I’ve already given my statement once but it seems counter-productive not to. I think they've seen enough cyclist vs motorist conflict to think the scales tilt towards motorist's favors and don’t want me to have to deal with more drama. Saga resumes I guess.
Can’t miss the unfurling acers: