it looked cold, but by the top of Bellevue Hill I was sweating so badly that I had to take off my balaclava and shirt – left the baselayer and jacket on.

stuffed them both in my basket and continued on. when I arrived at my destination in Allston, I couldn’t find either of them. they must have bounced out during a big bump – maybe the crummy pavement on Washington St.

I knew I should’ve gotten a bag instead of a basket. argggh.

in happier news, a BMW pulled over next to me and asked how I liked the Trek Soho – said he was thinking of one.