I have sunburn on my arms and I don't like it all. I went for a longish ride yesterday in a short sleeve shirt and it's been winter so long, and I've been so bundled up, it never even occurred to me to wear sunscreen. I'm normally pretty diligent about it, too. Oh well.
I wonder how much gas is used to pick up high school kids from Duke Ellington. I normally ride from 37th to 34th on R in order to avoid waiting at the interminable light at Reservoir and it's something of a mad house, car-wise. I got student behind two parent pick-ups today. While I was stuck, a
A group of tall, young, fashionably dressed Northern European women walked past me on M street. I think they were some sort of Scandinavian/Nordic. So, there's that.
How many dings is due diligence? I hate to over-ding, because that seems way passive-aggressive, but I also want to give pedestrians fair warning. The worst are couples. Holding hands is romantic, but you know what's really romantic? Being kind to fellow travelers, especially those who are trying to alert you of their presence through the ringing of a nice, little bell. The commuter pedestrians- they know what's up. It's the amblers that you really need to pay attention to.
Took the Custis all the way to Quincy today. Light is still out at Lee Highway and Nash, so I really didn't want to cross that street. Went pretty well. Pushed myself fairly hard for a ride home. I could tell that I had another cyclist on my back wheel pretty much the whole time. When I turned off the trail, I gave him a double ding as an acknowledgment. Is this a thing? It might just be a blatant overuse of my bell.