Autumn bikeride

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Autumn bikeride

In Boston, it pays to go cycling when weather permits. It may not do so the next day. Today the weather was exceptionally pleasant: sunny, almost calm, 14C. I packed my pannier, pumped some air to the front-tire of my bike and broke the valve. The great hissing sound. And I had to change the tire. No more spare tires were left, but I was bold enough to leave for the Blue Hills. Some redneck told me (from the relative safety of his car) that I am an idiot and should not be cycling where he is driving. I told him, that his dick is minuscule - he seemed to agree and drove away, a bit blushed. Although I am not sure whether he understood me. Who cares?
I took some pictures of the old factories by the Neponset river. A poor man was fishing there, next to a "no trespassing"-sign. Maybe fishing is not trespassing. The river and the factories reminded me of my hometown Tampere, I was homesick for several seconds. Then I left the scene.

Hillside street is the nicest road I have seen in Boston. It connects Randolph avenue to Uniquity road. There are several stylish mansions, a horse-farm, and a nice pond by the street. There is also a short stretch with no houses, just forest and the pond. The street itself is narrow, just wide for two cars to pass each other with great care. This time I did not spot any wildlife.
Uniquity road leads to the Blue Hill Reservation headquarters. From there, I took a dirt trail trough the forest to the Trailside museum. My bike is not very good off-road, the tires are too narrow, I had to walk it uphill since there was not enough traction. Walking was better, I could watch the forest more carefully. There were some nice parts with colorful trees, but unfortunately most of the leaves were already on the ground.
I returned via Blue Hill avenue and some other avenues, roads, streets, and paths to Mirja's and Milton's in Rosindale. They were not at home. I did not leave any blame at their door, for the weather was too nice for two outdoor persons to stay at home. I am sure they were hiking somewhere. So, I had to return back to Boston, but not directly. Direct returns are for non-adventurous sissies. So, I took the Hillside avenue etc to Brookline, which is quite a lively place. But I did not stop, and somehow found myself by the North Station. At this point it was getting dark and I was getting hungry. Maybe 3.5 hours cycling is enough for one day. So, I met with Kumar, who took me somewhere far away and there in the middle of nowhere, in total darkness, some nice Tamils served us extremely delicious South-Indian food. I am not such an expert in South-Indian cousine, but I trust Kumar ; he says the food was authentic.
This was my day. Not a bad day at all.

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