I dropped off the car at the dealership, and rode in ten miles to the office. I really wanted to put this off, but since the 300 is coming up—well, it needed to be done. But it rained on me into work. It rained again on the way home. Better now than the 300.
What was different about this ride is that the night before, I couldn’t sleep—and I was so tired… At 8:30 in the evening I must have just laid down for a second to get off my feel, when suddenly I awoke at midnight. I was pretty depressed about that because I wanted to go back to sleep and stay in bed and just drive into work—but I really knew I had to get this car thing done. Cars suck.
I packed my clothes in my backpack and went back to bed. Woke up at 5 a.m. and packed the bike in the car. I made it to the dealership before they opened, and had to wait about 10 minutes. As I signed off on the car and took off on the bike, two things: It began to rain, and secondly, the saddle was really hurting my crotch. My Brooks saddle seems hard as steel and only starts to loosen up after about 10 miles.
Going home, the rain started again—a bit harder now. I began to get that layer of grime and sand on me. I rode with a guy named Ed, another bike commuter. We talked for a few miles. He finally got rid of his car—lives nearby and works nearby. He sold it to buy his house and then discovered things worked out without another car. Wish I could do that.
Nearing the dealership, the rain let up and I snapped a few shots.
Its been a long day. I'm cold and I need a shave.
Later at home, in the driveway, I hosed down the bike to get all the sand and dirt off.
Love!
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