It was the most perfect evening for a night ride. There was not a cloud in sight. A slight wind barely moved the leaves on the trees. The heat of the day had passed and the temperature was comfortably mild.
A lone rider waited. At ten minutes past seven he scanned his parking ticket and left, mountain bike still untouched on the rack.... OG -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "DarkAndDirty" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/darkanddirty?hl=en.
