Kate typed a reply, then deleted it. She typed another, then deleted that too.
Her bike was a steel-framed touring machine named Rocinante , after Don Quixote’s horse. It was scratched, patched with electrical tape in places, and carried two faded yellow panniers that smelled of rain and instant noodles. Kate didn’t ride for speed. She rode for the pause. kateelife bike
She had just climbed a brutal 12-mile grade when she found the coyote. Kate typed a reply, then deleted it