It's a story you don't want to hear, but one that must be told (no tragedies). Today was 57F in Chicago, so decided to run a necessary errand on my bike over lunch. After all, at this time in the season, it could be the last riding day before May. The errand? It was a delivery about 6 miles from my house. They weren't expecting that I would pull up on a vintage bike to make this delivery. I had parked in one of the service spots to phone in for assistance. The female medical assistant who came out to receive the delivery showed some real appreciation for the A10 as I took the parcel from my handlebar pouch and handed her the small container our our dog's urine for testing. So, obviously, any excuse.
Richard L.