After work, I decided to go for a ride down and along the water. Floating down the road on my newly pumped-up tires, there was not a single red light to bar my path. I turned a corner, and found myself in fog. I could barely see the side of the road as I passed the cemetary; ghostly swirls of mist rose from the ground, and each light was haloed ( Read more... )

Dear People Who Have Removed, Perforated, or Otherwise Vandalised the Plastic Bag Over My Bike Seat,
Wow, you guys are hard-fucking-core, man. Seriously. You totally made a girl ride home on a wet bike seat, despite her attempt to wipe it dry, after a really shitty eight-hour work day that started at five-thirty! I mean, how cool is that? ( Read more... )

It's a nice time of year to bike places, not too hot or too cold, except for the whole sun-directly-in-eyes-when-on-way-to-choir thing. Also, people who open their car doors right in front of bicyclists should be shot. Or maybe just poked, but punished in some fashion. I'm not too worried about accidents, except for the 'Susan careening down ( Read more... )