Well, day one on the new bike, and I didn’t die. Been too long (like, maybe a month?) and it’s DARK out there during the ride home. Only gonna get worse from here on in. I have about a bajillion lights all over my rig, and when I came up behind someone on a dark street, all I could see was the reflective pants cuff thing. And of course, no helmet. Right. Good. Of course, he probably thought I was an idiot for having two lights on my helmet, (wait: THREE!) two on my handlebars, one on the back of my rack, AND little orange lights in my wheels.
Aside from being seizure inducing, I was also pretty fast, if I do say so myself.
I’m writing tonight’s post after doing some work, which is “okay,” ’cause it was stuff needed for tomorrow, and I didn’t get to all of it during the day. Had lunch with Nilo at the Curry Express across the street. Weird to be back here again. After being at Blackbox with him all those years ago, it’s like revisiting your high school or something. So what do you do after lunch with one of the creative folks that made Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi (and a million other crazy-famous things you’ve seen)? You go shoe shopping, of course.
My. Head. Hurts. I think I need more water, but parts of me are certainly saying “no more water – enough already.” Maybe I need to eat something salty to soak up the water? That’s how it works, right? Pretzels? Cheezies? No? Darn.
Check out the Mo’10 link at the top of this blog, and if you’ve got the financial means, please donate to help with cancer research. Mmkay? Kaythanks.
And now, I’m going to let my netbook reboot, ’cause I’m tired of typing on it anyway.
This week: Writing (maybe), Cycling (for sure), Vague Work News, and of course, Photos of the ‘Stache. OH, and I have to edit our first Skyped podcast, which is going to be painful, ’cause I think I managed to make myself INSANELY LOUD in the recording of the show. Whooooooops.
