All right, enough of this stuff. This day made it in to the top 10 of worst days riding. It sucked, pure and simple. Rain and sleet, with the sleet pinging and stinging my face. Drenching downpour, but still the colossal ice caps at the side of the road. Pain. Suffering. I took a different route today - down Mass Ave to Harrison. The picture is Mass Ave right before Harrison at Boston City Hospital.
Also, I got to work and had a conversation about riding that went like this: "Oh, you rode today? Wow. Musta been wet. I really don't like cyclists, they're always running red lights." He says this so casually, so offhand. HE WILL SUFFER for his blasphemy. I'll make sure of it.
2 comments:
well what do you expect? Only the truely brave recognize this virtue in others.
you are destined to be a lone wolf, appreciated only by those who ford rivers and stand tall to the last call.
Sounds like this guy needs to get the voice mail treatment - I'll be over in a bit to have a few beers and start dialin.
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