I had a hard time waking up this morning and the lethargy translated to a fairly slow start to my ride in spite of the coffee and roll with butter and jam that I had consumed prior to leaving. If only they made pancake flavored shot blocks. It would solve all of my breakfast and energy problems. I've never consumed any performance goo (the technical term) and I'm fairly certain I won't start now no matter how appetizing these ingredients sound:
Organic Brown Rice Syrup, Organic Evaporated Cane Juice, Organic Brown Rice Syrup Solids, Pectin, Citric Acid, Green Tea Extract, Colored With Black Carrot Juice Concentrate, Natural Flavor, Organic Sunflower Oil, Carnauba WaxYum. There's oftentimes an overlap between recreational cycling and transportation cycling and in many places it makes sense: you want a reliable bike that's reasonably fast, maybe to wear clip-in shoes and there's nothing wrong with bike-specific clothing, especially when it's hot and you don't want to sweat in your work clothes. I'm not sure that the consumption of carnauba wax should necessarily fall into that overlap. But whatever. Everyone's different.
I've managed to get the timing right so that when I arrive at 11th on Pennsylvania, I'm able to make a right turn into the crosswalk (as I'm instructed by the signs in the bike lane) and make it to E Street where I patiently wait for the red light. If I'm at the front of the queue with just a slightest bit of intentional exertion, I'm able to make it to H Street to wait at the next red light there. Then at that green, with about the moderate same international exertion, I can clear New York Avenue and then get through K on the other side, cross Massachusetts on the walk signal (no green light, though. Not sure this is legal) and make it to P Street without having to stop again. My overall biking philosophy is to go only as fast a strictly necessary to make it through a green light and ride absolutely no faster. So, would-be shoalers, FYI. If you see me stop pedaling in my approach to a red light, pass me then. I'll totally be cool with it.
Saw Jon at 14th and R. We waved. Or nodded. I can't remember. Maybe both?
A family of British tourists at Dupont Circle looked lost, but I didn't want to intercede to help. That's for the War of 1812, jerks. Or maybe the light just turned green and I didn't fully assess if they even needed help until after I had begun to pedal away.
I wonder if people look at my ass the same way I see them do pedestrians who walk past them. Sure, the leer-ee didn't see you, but I saw you, so I'm not totally sure if you got away with it. Maybe that's not important. In public, everyone sees everything.
A long slow slog up the hill today. Some days are just less fun than others. No real bother though. It was a good morning ride and I'm happy it wasn't too hot and it didn't rain and I was able to arrive safely and soundly and think out a few things, most of those things being related to DC retrocession vs. DC statehood and I won't share them with you because they are of little consequence. Maybe if I get a job in Reston, I'll have a long enough commute to think through even weightier issues.