If Im noted for anything, its my award-winning* avian photography:*[My avian photography has never won an award.]To capture the image of a bird of prey in mid-flight with a fish in its talons is arguably one of photographys greatest challenges. Somewhat less difficult is getting a decent shot of some chickens, as I did this morning while passing through Yonkers:While there are people who do keep chickens in this area (I can hear the cock-a-doodle-doo-ing when I ride past their houses), this was the first time Ive seen them simply running free, and I can only assume this means Yonkers is now on the cusp of being overrun by feral poultry. According to certain factions, migrants now are eating up all the animals, and yet these delicious unprocessed Chick-fil-A sandwiches clearly feel at ease and are able to scratch around in the dirt alongside the bike path completely unmolested. Alas, I no longer know what to believe. Yes, ours is a culture of extremes, which comes into sharp relief around election time. I too am a man of extremes. For example, one day Im riding a Roaduno, and the next Im on a vintage Y-Foil, which is essentially the Anti-duno:Its still wearing its Vermont gravel mustache:And yes, this past week I did in fact have a call with one of the engineers who designed the Y-Foil, and I now no more about this bicycle than perhaps any other layperson in the world. As for the Roaduno and its pending dingle-ization, I suspect the problem is a worn freewheel not cooperating with a new chain, and will install a new one imminently. I am extremely grateful for all your help and suggestions over the past few days, even if most of them were probably wrong.May your weekend run as smoothly as a well-tuned drivetrain.