Tried out the Windham, NH rail trail. They want to make sure you know it's a rail trail, so they parked this here (sarcasm aside, I think it's pretty cool. I also had a better joke for this, but couldn't get the wording quite right).
The ride goes by all kinds of nice scenery, but I could hear the approach of a large expense of kids (I believe "expense" is the collective term for a group of kids) that I had already passed and didn't want to get caught up in that again like Gulliver in Lilliput, so I didn't get a great shot. Kids like this bike, but I don't have the heart to tell them it looks cool and has some unique attributes (cue Joerg Sprave, "Let me show you its features!"), but is actually pretty terrible—rides fairly comfortably, but it feels every pound that it is and the frame is as flexible as a ballerina, but in a bad way and with none of the dedication to an art . . . and now I miss my dancer ex.
Anyway, I could hear the words of the chill artist, Mr. Robert Ross, echoing in my head: "Maybe there's a squirrel living in your happy tree."
"Can it be an unhappy squirrel getting plucked off a branch by a redtail hawk?"
"It's your world, it can be anything you want."
"Thanks, Bob, you're swell!"