looshagee I explored by bike today. The sun played peekaboo. I saw pink blossoms and bought pink peppercorns. I pedaled through pockets of still air charged with lilacs, pot smoke and dryer sheets. I saw one bald eagle (alive) and three deer (2 dead, 1 alive). Does my bike tag still work? #fujiguez 1d

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looshagee Behind me, the truck's proud owner popped out of his cuckoo clock house with a question: "Do you want to get on the stripper pole?" I hadn't noticed it, but there it was mounted in the truck bed. I told him his truck was cool, feeling relieved he wasn't armed or mad about my light trespassing. He grinned short pointy fangs, incisor-less, and told me where his other truck was parked. "Cool," I said. I ran away to it down the road. Yep, there was the truck. It was another mud ball, but no pole. From their places under the truck, feral cats leapt away in a mangy ballet into the tall green grass, and the cocker spaniel behind the chain-link fence did not keep its cool about any of them or me. 5d

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