Right now I very much regret living in such a lush, tree-filled neighborhood and especially along a brushy railroad embankment. The cicadas are driving me insane. And it's not even a cicada year; these are regular cicadas. They keep me up every night, all night. I wish I could punch out my eardrums. I wish I could blanket the streets and the track margins with napalm. I wish I could sleep.
Yet another goddamned bike blog. Except I'm not pretty.