Last night’s ride home was uneventful. The bike path exit I usually take was unplowed, so I walked Monty over the snow, and by the time we got home he needed another bath. This time I extended the back wheel to make sure the chain was clean. (No pix, unfortunately, but the girl cat thought this was hilarious. The boy considers the tub part of his territory, and did not approve of the interloper.)
Another beautiful morning, bright and calm. We stopped to admire the light on the Freedom Tower.
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Well done. Very impressive (including the neat snow-clearing for your Brompton boulevard)
I’m spoiled, Ian. My commute is a breeze, thanks to that beautifully maintained path.
That photo of Monty in the bath is hysterical! And brilliant . . . why did this never occur to me? We’ve probably even got an old hair dryer around somewhere for delicate drying of the inner bits. I’ve always just done careful wipe-downs (not much salt or slush here), but once in a while the whole show is what’s called for.
(Maine Coon inversion response here: Our girl owns the bathroom, and would not be amused. Our boy thinks everything new is exciting. Basil and Argyll may end up bathing in private.)
It was definitely a eureka moment, Brommie! Mack didn’t seem to mind when Monty was folded, but once unfurled the bike became an enemy. I’d love to know what (if anything) went on in that furry little brain.