Musings While Riding My Bike – Did the Pandemic Kill Civility?

The hills in northern Maine farm country are arduous and ostensibly endless. You climb. Plateau. Climb. Possibly turn a corner and climb again. The well-deserved reward for this taxing endeavor is a panorama across pastoral fields to majestic Mount Katahdin. The roads, however, are narrow, without a bike lane, and the gravel ditch is close…