Bike

Driving North from Santa Fe I was fully into descanso-mode, stopping for more or less everything I saw since it was early in the morning and I had just visited the Georgia O’Keefe museum and was amped-up artistically. Still, I didn’t see the bike, my wife did. “Oh, you’re gonna want to take this exit and go back,” she said.

Right as always.

No information at all, but the bike was a child’s bike and the opposite side of the divider to the right there was a neighborhood. I can only imagine what went wrong … sadly.