the GOT bike

Yesterday the temperature reached the lower 80s, and as if that wasn't enough sign to put away the skis leaning against the garage, cutting through the apartments where I found my new rusty old bike, there was a pair of cross country skis, in much better condition, standing next to the pile by the dumpster. They weren't just in better condition than the bike, their base was also far more intact than the pair I've been using for over ten years of southern New England winters with incomplete snow coverage of rocks. Cross country skis, especially those for gangly people like myself, are long, longer than a bike. Yes, in recent times, skis have grown, or shrunk, shorter, but I still like the old, fast skis that are harder to turn, and not just because those are the ones I'm more likely to find free. Those are, however, not what I wanted to carry up to, and back from, Greenfield. Instead, I discovered another effective use for invasive knotweed, like the thicket growing at t...