That review of the Major Taylor book is going to be delayed. Some dummy forgot to check my pants pockets before he washed and dried my glasses, so now I’m awaiting a new pair, rush ordered.
Meantime, I’m squinting my way through life and there’s no way I can sit and read for hours without draining my eyes all over my face.
Fortunately, I don’t need my glasses to ride. Unfortunately, I need them for damn near everything else.