What a stupidly gorgeous afternoon of weather. This happened:
On M, I rode next to a guy who was riding a purple bike with yellow bar tape. He stayed in the middle lane and I rode in the left and I eventually out-wilied him as he got stuck on the wrong side of a slow cab. I felt very Gwadz and in a good way. Sometimes things just click.
Washington Circle and the other side of Penn were fine. I should go this way more often. If only Washington Circle weren't so abysmal. There's probably another way to get through Foggy Bottom and over to the White House, but I think the side-r streets have too many stop signs for my liking.
I tweeted this and it's true.
Penn was easy, but I sort of wanted to ride down to the Mall and take that across. It just didn't really work out, but there's always tomorrow. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. And tamari, but that's something entirely else.
Is this yours?
|shirt on pole|
I have a solution for medium-term budget balancing. It involves discontinuing any government orders with Caution Tape 'R' Us. Whatever this is trying to accomplish can probably be done a better way.
Not much more awkward than zombie joggers in love. Jogging is a solitary activity, right? To watch a couple do it, with one out front blazing a trail and the other loping behind seems a little sad. But I'm not familiar with zombie culture, so maybe it's all perfectly natural.
I saw a rather tough looking gentleman walking with a rather small and dainty looking white dog, the age of which was no greater than 6 months. Sesame street cred.
Two bicycle cops and a squad car officer near my block. One of the bike cops was smoking. I'd think that'd be counter-productive, but whatevs. There didn't seem to be any need for immediate bicycle policing, so I was terribly concerned for public safety. Oh well.
Tomorrow should also be nice. Ride if you want.