Ride to get gas. That’s it. That’s the activity.

1.84 miles each way to the gas station on a bike, which means I either carried a gas can on a bicycle or I was getting gas for myself at a place that also sold snacks. Knowing me, there were snacks involved.

Twelve minutes. Thirty feet of elevation, which in this part of the world counts as a hill. May in the evening, warm enough that the ride felt good, short enough that it barely registered as exercise.

But I tracked it. And here it is. An errand on two wheels still counts.

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// RAPTOR GIRL