I won’t tell you how I ended up in Wellesley, Ma this week but I will tell you that I wore a pink polo shirt and slippers to try to fit in. It worked like a charm. I was a local within 30 seconds and fully accepted into their club. I got off the train and found this quaint rack tucked away under the shade of a majestic oak. Surprisingly normal mix of bikes on the rack with the only difference between Worcester and Wellesley being the urgency with which they are secured. They didn’t seem to be terrible worried that someone would steal their bikes and the haphazard manner of locking them really showed. Must be nice!
Full Disclosure: I went to high school one town over so I’m allowed to judge!