Watched over by machines

Sunday ride: The bicycle seemed to have a will of its own today. I was pedaling mindlessly and found myself over on the west side of town doing some unaccustomed hill-climbing at the end of my ride. A day when everything falls into place like the flick of a switch is a rare gift and a consummation devoutly to be wish'd, but in a good way. Long may it last.

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