"What did I do?", she asks, obliviously. Oh, nothing, other than cutting me off because you obviously are unable to judge distance or speed, and are endangering others with your careless use of a two-tonne vehicle. Yeah, nothing at all, lady. Just carry on. Have a nice day.
It sucks when your long-unused muscles hurt for the next hour of your ride because of a short burst of effort near the beginning.
I actually only went a week until my next commute on May 9, a half ride, to work from the tire shop after dropping the minivan off. Not a real ride, only 6.5km, around 20 minutes each way, but hopefully, my next planned ride tomorrow won't hurt as much. Due to a drunk damaging a bridge girder last Thursday night, the lane closure during Friday's rush hour to complete the repair work led to a three hour commute to cross the floating bridge. I rode past lineups 5km from the bridge, and wondered what was going on.
Instead of sitting in traffic after picking up the van, I went and loitered at the grocery store, hit the liquor store (we're not civilized enough to sell alcohol in grocery stores, but too civilized to sell it at 7-11), bought some fine Belgian beers, and hit Toys'R'Us to gaze at video games. I think I enjoyed the Tripel Karmeliet more than Chimay Blue, which has been my favourite for the past six months. You could really get hammered on that Karmeliet, as it is smooth, sweet, and 8% alcohol. It has much of the same complexity of Chimay, without foaming in your mouth every time you take a sip.
Spring has finally arrived. After miserable cold weather, and rain the past three days, it is supposed to hit 304 Kelvin in a few days. Of course, with 30cm of dense, crystalline snow still in the watershed, the creeks should be quite exciting over the weekend due to freshet. I'll have to take the kids down for a hike or a bike ride to admire the overflowing banks and turbid brown water. Maybe we'll see a bear again. Remember, you don't have to run faster than the bear, just faster than the people you're with.
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