|Behold the menacing form|
Squinting into the setting sun, all I could see ahead was a smoldering blob that appeared to be consuming the bike lane. It also seemed to be formed from olive branches and mud. I've heard of that, from Spain I think, or possibly Malta, somewhere in that neighborhood, around sunset long after summer should have ended, the heat just builds up and builds up until the branches leap off the trees, form smoldering blobs about six feet high and twenty feet long, and blob around the bike lanes slurping up vespas and electric bikes. It belched approvingly at me as I pedaled past. From deep inside, I thought I heard the dying whir of a digesting electric bike. I once saw one of these leap across two lanes of traffic to gobble up one of those cruisers with the add-on gas engines. Yummy.