I went a little out of my way this morning to pick up a savory biscuit from The Wydown, a place on 14th Street that sells these kinds of things. I found the biscuit less savory than I would have generally preferred. Good though. Going out of your way to pick up a breakfast novelty is one of the true joys of bike commuting.
A bit laggardly I went up the Massachusetts Avenue hill this morning. Maybe I should've eaten my savory biscuit before the climb instead of preserving it for a more civilized at-desk breakfast. I doubt that would've made much difference. Maybe I should start consuming those gross energy gel packs. Do they, like savory biscuits, come in bacon, sage, fontina flavor? Likely not. Gourmand goo. It's the next big thing. You saw it here first.
I rode back through Georgetown, which was fine enough. One driver declined to look for me and nearly drove his car into me and that was less than thrilling. But it was a Prius, so I guess the carbon impact of my impact wouldn't be so bad.
U see a U sticker on a car and U get out of the way before U get hurt. U dig? Also, U Thant is one of my top 5 favorite UN Secretary Generals ever. But that's neither here nor there.
Sometimes I ride through Washington Circle, though it's the worst. Maybe they should rename it Nixon Circle or Buchanan Circle.