But all things aren't bad and when you're biking far more things are good than not. Like, you get fresh air and shit. So, that's cool.
I've been reminded that I had a Pop Tart for breakfast this morning. It slipped my mind. I retract everything I wrote about not eating breakfast this morning and I apologize for anyone whom I misled. Retractions are hard, but I think that together we can work to rebuild our trust. Also, I'm not ashamed of my Pop Tart eating ways, so if that's a deal-breaker, so be it. (Please don't leave me!)
Some advice for gentlemen perched on bicycles who wish to leer at the ladies: don't leer at the ladies.
Caught some greens I don't normally catch and it threw me off. Didn't get back on track until Pennsylvania where I thankfully hit a couple of red lights in a row. Phew. It was almost as if I had an uninterrupted ride through the city and was making my way home faster than usual. God forbid.
I decided to stop at the bike shop on the way home, so I rode the House side up past the Capitol and then down Independence for a block (spotted!) and then down Pennsylvania, but the part with no bike lane. Instead, I tried to ride in the right-most lane, but car parking happened every so often, and I had to leave my lane, which no doubt antagonized drivers trying to speed their way home. The bike shop, the Barracks Row establishment named for urban environments in general rather than one particular part of town, sold me my replacement brake pads and I plan to do the thing what I put the news ones where the old ones were (replace, I think mechanics call it) this weekend and maybe even tomorrow. I might use record it and submit it to America's Funniest Home Videos because any of my attempts at bike maintenance are hilarious in their ineptitude.
What about bicycling to the grocery store after I left the bike shop? Yeah, I did that, but the Harris Teeter and not my normal Safeway. Than 15th Street (no, the other one) past the Crepe place (now open, but with no real bike parking. I will be following up with them about that because that's exactly the kind of "advocacy" one can expect from a myopic little twit), past the Bikeshare station at Independence and then a right turn and home. Lots of police in the neighborhood lately and many of them on bicycles. I think it's working, too, since my precious collection of Assyrian low relief sculptures have yet to be stolen.
And now for Ellie the Poodle's Super Bowl picks:
|"Giants 27, Patriots 14"|