Sunday, July 28, 2019

Wile E. Coyote, Spinoza, PD and Me. New Post over at the NWPF Community Blog






"The moment I realized there was going to be trouble, there was no time left to avoid it. I was rolling along at a respectable rate on a favorite part of a mid-town bike path, a bridge over a bright stream flowing through a lush greenbelt. The sun was out and the beta endorphins were flowing.

As I cruised across the bridge, my mind wandered. So did my bike." (Read the rest of this grisly tale here)

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