Six months ago, in the warmth and sun of summer, I was out on the bike and got passed by a strange-looking car. It had a pole attached to the roof and what looked like one of those rotating siren lights on top. Instead, it turned out to be this:
Looking at the picture, I think I’m ready for summer. Today, wintry winds whip across the bleak and deserted Williamsburg landscape. Tumbleweeds blow across the Sunken Gardens. Snow is in the forecast and just thinking about biking outside makes my blood turn to ice.
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