yeah, it's a bumper sticker someplace
okay, so i'm back on the bike to work today. feels great it does. the weather service would swear on their mother's hygrometer that a cold front passed through yesterday, and i guess there were storms to suggest it was so, but the goddamnit dew point is still 67 °F and i am sweating like a, well, a thing that sweats a lot. i suppose it less humid than yesterday, when the dew point was 75 °F. egad!
starting tomorrow we will be having the annual street art fairs in our fair city, which are always a sore point for those persons whose well-being revolves around the time it takes them to drive to work. it seems, however, that this year some folks don't even want to wait until tomorrow - they are rude and pushy and willing to take great risks to arrive at the office 20 seconds earlier. as if anyone would even notice! well good morning, perkins! peckins, it is? well, how long have you been with us, peckins? twelve years, you say? well, perkins, good to have you aboard!
i re-read my account of my ms-150 ride and it seemed as though i was in a hurry to get it down, and didn't think of some of the more subtle things. there was a point where the road dropped into a low swampy area, and there was this tremendous chirruping of insects, i'm not sure what kind (not cicadas, i'm pretty sure), but there were clearly thousands and thousands of them, totally in their element and proud to let everyone know about it. i saw fewer squashed songbirds than i had remebered from before along that route; there were many goldficnhes flitting about, sometimes perilously close to my spokes. i did see a couple of sandhill cranes in a recently-mown field of hay, around 7:30 a.m. with mist and dew everywhere, probably the prettiest sight of the weekend (that cinammon roll from quality dairy may have been a close second or third).
so yeah, i didn't spend the whole time thinking about the mechanics of my spin, or who i was passing. i did make it a point to think about the people who pledged their support, some of who, thanks to the internet, were complete strangers whom i can only hope to help out in the future. thanks to all!
starting tomorrow we will be having the annual street art fairs in our fair city, which are always a sore point for those persons whose well-being revolves around the time it takes them to drive to work. it seems, however, that this year some folks don't even want to wait until tomorrow - they are rude and pushy and willing to take great risks to arrive at the office 20 seconds earlier. as if anyone would even notice! well good morning, perkins! peckins, it is? well, how long have you been with us, peckins? twelve years, you say? well, perkins, good to have you aboard!
i re-read my account of my ms-150 ride and it seemed as though i was in a hurry to get it down, and didn't think of some of the more subtle things. there was a point where the road dropped into a low swampy area, and there was this tremendous chirruping of insects, i'm not sure what kind (not cicadas, i'm pretty sure), but there were clearly thousands and thousands of them, totally in their element and proud to let everyone know about it. i saw fewer squashed songbirds than i had remebered from before along that route; there were many goldficnhes flitting about, sometimes perilously close to my spokes. i did see a couple of sandhill cranes in a recently-mown field of hay, around 7:30 a.m. with mist and dew everywhere, probably the prettiest sight of the weekend (that cinammon roll from quality dairy may have been a close second or third).
so yeah, i didn't spend the whole time thinking about the mechanics of my spin, or who i was passing. i did make it a point to think about the people who pledged their support, some of who, thanks to the internet, were complete strangers whom i can only hope to help out in the future. thanks to all!
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