To update things slightly on the ride-to-work front:
I have ridden to work every Monday and every Friday this school year.
I have ridden home from work every Monday.
On two Fridays The Wife has picked me up.
- She was headed out of town, and had to meet friends at a rendezvous, and I had to take the car and the Corbchops.
- She and the Corbchops came to school for Halloween and…well…they were already there.
It has rained on me. Hard.
I have decided not to bomb down Alabama hill in the rain and dark.
- No one can see me, even with my super-power light, when the rain is streaking their side window.
- Because they’re not expecting a bicycle.
- Because they’re not looking hard enough.
- Because goddamnyoustupidflippingdumbass.
- Because I know better.
- Because I can’t stop very fast when it’s rainy.
I will still bomb down Alabama hill when it is dry and dark.
One of my favorite riding pastimes is seeing how far away a sign can reflect my super-power light.
- The answer is “Far.”
My riding buddy for Fridays, MKMM, is not very into riding in the hard rain.
It is dark now in the morning. Soon it will be dark when I get home.
I feel strong.
- Very strong, when I power up hills!
- When I treat them like speed bumps!
- When I zip!
- When I zoom!
I do not mind riding just twice a week.
The glory of the big screen is such that when you have a chance to see the great movies of all time, or the important movies of your life, in a theater, you must. One never knows when they will return.