As he flipped the visor to shield his optics from the cosmic rays of Earth’s nearest star, the inspirational message scrawled in a moment of vain spontaneity on the ceiling of the ancient Volvo was revealed.
His vision drifted to the rearview mirror, to the jumbled pile of carbon bicycles stuffed into the back of the wagon, and his internal vehicular graffiti struck a chord again - for the first time in months.
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