C
Corvus Corvax
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The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I
have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling
glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The
early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls
itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
CC
have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling
glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The
early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls
itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
CC