Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate

Perhaps I love this Smiths' lyric because it sounds like a line from an Edward Gorey book. You can picture the sketch, right?

I've had my eye on a hillside marginally desolate lately, as a spot for a potential training ride for my team this Spring. And, if this year is at all like last year, I definitely will have a flat, punctured tire.

The last few weeks I've seen this hill a couple of times just after a cold, pinkish-orange sunrise, and it is pretty breathtaking, especially because the Twin Cities are so flat and it is near the river. We all know how I am about the river.

I didn't take a photo because I was driving. Maybe I'll ride my bike up there early some morning and get a pic.

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