I took this snapshot while I urinated in the bushes. Cara and Miranda are in the distance waiting for me to hurry the hell up.
The bike path, the Margo, and the girls are all waiting patiently while incoming rain clouds threaten. There is a story here.
Shortly after this image was taken, the three of us found a weird sports bar, empty on a Sunday afternoon. For some strange reason, Paris-Roubaix was tuned in on the big screen.
A good day.
