There are, to date, three distinct areas along my route(s) that have their own smell. The above is an obvious one; the other two involve hotdogs and potato chips. Ironically, the morning commute involves only the above… the afternoon, just hotdogs and chips.
Being a little early to the first checkpoint this morning, I eyed a drive-up espresso stand and contemplated the possibility of rolling up for a solo. I’m fairly certain that G and I will have to partake in some espresso stand antics in the somewhat-near future.
To the person who landed here after searching “is 2 hours too long of a bike commute?” I can honestly answer “no, it’s not too long”. At first, it seemed like it… and, yes, there are days where I wish I could get home faster… but, in the grand scheme of things, I’ll take the longer commute that has built-in stress reliever, exercise and social interaction.
It appears that someone finally tossed the box (as seen here) over the bridge. Only a few stray pieces were left on the bridge’s sidewalk… appropriately in the middle, nails facing upward.
I’ve had some time to chew on this afternoon’s ride home, and for now I’ll leave it at this: headwinds suck ass. Freeloaders who ride strangers’ wheels and talk on their cell phones for 8 miles without pulling at all… I’m without words for ‘em. If I had been riding solo, I would’ve just ridden ahead or off to the side… however, I’d offered to pull a teammate for those 8 miles since they’d run 5k earlier in the day and were completely spent for the ride home. I was more than happy to pull my teammate… but the stranger who sat on her wheel irked the crap out of me, especially since he was yapping away on his cell phone while I was pulling against a sustained 15mph headwind. Etiquette… it’s a insidious beast.
In closing, I soaked my legs in a bath last night… which seems to’ve done wonders. I felt awesome this morning, despite feeling more than spent last night (I’m pretty sure I was in a coma throughout the night).
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