Howdy, Pardner

There are tumbleweeds in the streets of this city. One was lodged forcefully by the wind under the front fender of a parked car on 3rd Street. I swerved to avoid another while cycling to work. Near collisions, in this case between metro and Wild West, are pleasurable: no harm done, but you still get to imagine the bicycle speeding onward with a starchy, spherical, fiercely rasping spoke ornament.

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