At one of the rest stops on yesterday's ride, we were approached by a young woman (hey, I'm 58; they're almost ALL young women) who was asking about bikes and group rides. I gave her a club card, and we had some suggestions... but the reason I remember her is that she had the most wonderful Queens accent; I could have listened to her all day.
I would not rule out the possibility that the reason I love that accent so much is that my mother hates it.
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