14th to South Carolina to 11th to M Street and then down M Street to Nationals Park, where I displayed my latent #natitude by propping my bike against a fence and taking a picture of it.
This is as close as I'm getting to playoff baseball. I also displayed my #natitude headwise with this snazzy baseball cap.
|The curly W stands for curly winning|
After the ballpark, I rode down N Street SW to Canal Street to P Street and then along the Riverwalk trail and Water Street to eventually Ohio Drive. I found the wind to be whatever you call slightly less bracing than bracing. There's probably in Klingon for this, but not English.
I enjoyed dabbling in pathleticism, but there were very few cyclists heading in the same direction as I was. Almost all the ones I encountered were riding in the opposite direction. Many of them adopted the semi-official bike commuter look of the lone pannier on hanging from the non-drive side of the rear rack. That was my look as well. I think it might be almost as popular as the messenger bag.
This is important. Watch it.
I took K Street to Wisconsin and then it was up the hill and through and around various street construction. When there's street construction and a lane is partially blocked, I tend to ride in the middle of that partially blocked lane rather than to its right. I do this because if there's no enough space for me to ride alongside of a car, I prefer to make that obvious rather than run the risk of a driver pulling up right next to me. Most drivers, I would say, are pretty understanding. You can print out this paragraph and add it to your unsolicited bike commuter tip scrapbook.
Where there used to be a 711 on Wisconsin at Q Street is now an Edible Arrangements. Presumably none of the arrangements contain beef jerky.
People who don't park close to the curb are history's greatest monsters. I say this as a sometimes great monster of history. Sorry, cyclists who ride in the door zone.