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Sunday was a colder version of today. I headed south on the Flyte but not before exchanging words with a groundhog trapped on an ice floe. Okay, it's actually a muskrat, but he's related to Jimmy or Phil or what ever rodent du jour is responsible for the weather we're having. No I won't sing any "Captain & Tenielle."

So today I went out on the Flyte again, Not so much because I wanted more SS time, I grabbed the Seven at first, but a flat front tire and no spare tubes in the house changed the plan.

First I had to go vote.
There was plenty of parking at Takumi.
Do 29er tires make my Weiner look smaller?
The Flyte rides like it's on rails...
I went out north past the American Family Insurance facility and came back on the rail line. The aluminum fork isn't bad, it helped that I was running 35psi in my ghetto Stans wheels. I like riding on the rail line mainly because it makes "rough trails" seem smoother. The 36x17 wasn't low enough to get into a good rhythm but it did make me strain a bit.