“We buy junk cars.” John Fleck, December 2024.

The guy seemed puzzled by my presence. I guess I looked lost – why else would an old guy on a bike be riding down a road that dead ends in a junk yard? He wasn’t fazed by my explanation: “I’m trying to ride on every road in Albuquerque, and I haven’t ridden on this one yet.”

His dog looked friendly.

His neighbor has 75,000 hub caps.

This is why I ride.