Wet Paint

For a couple of reasons, when riding home I tend to turn off Beardsley onto the lower deck of the 12th Street Bridge riding home. One reason is the 'truck stop' gas station/liquor/convenience store where I often carpe brewski for that last stretch home (the bottle of Guinness commonly seen in my bottle cage).

Plus there's no bike lane past 12th, it gets skinnier and cars on Beardsley seem to think that speed limit sign said 55 not 35. But as I went to make my usual turn I saw a flash of color. I had to check it out. After procuring a bomber of Guinness, of course. I rode back up to Beardsley and went down to photograph two tags so new I wondered if the paint was dry to the touch.