So on my evening run I'm going through the cross-walk, and at the intersection, just starting to go in the opposite direction, I see a red Porsche 911 convertible with the top down; at the wheel is a man wearing an Evel Knievel-style Stars-and-Stripes helmet, aviator shades, and in the back is his young daughter, maybe 8 or so, with a frilly frilled helmet on as well, both skinny little arms raised above her head, feeling the air, both of them with giant grins on their faces.
I shoulda yelled, "hooray, the economy is back!"
Counterclockwise Run
6.51 mi. 53 min.:4 sec. 8:09 pace.
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