When you know it’s for real (Comments: 1)

Yesterday, I had to take my work vehicle (notice how I’m avoiding typing “SUV”) into the shop to get a flat fixed and the oil changed. After that I needed to pick up a new cell phone for work, too. But I drove the car home and parked it, changed my clothes, and rode the 6 miles to the Verizon store. Just a month or so ago, that probably would have struck me as an absurd thing to do. But I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and start pedaling.

This, despite the need to pedal part of the route on Monroe Ave. I found this in an old edition of the Oxford English Dictionary:

• mon•roe’ (n) — From the middle English word monrotthe, meaning “place of death for cyclists”

That really explains a lot. I was passed by two delivery trucks, both of which came close enough for me to hop into the passenger’s seat through the open doors. Sure does wake you up. It also gives you a nice chance to reflect on your life as you see it flash before your eyes.

From the Holy-Crap-You’re-A-Dork Desk: I mentioned in an earlier post that my wife took one look at my new Walz cycling cap and said, “You’ve really got to see Breaking Away.” So I ordered it. It should be here next week.

I’m also thinking about riding the Mass Bike Pike. I can comfortably ride 30-40 miles on multiple days in a row, so I’m feeling OK about it. We’ll see if I can scrounge up the bread.

While you’re browsing the Intertubes, head over to My 45th Year for reasons not to move away from Rochester. Although I should note that when Julie and Tanya thought of moving, they were thinking of moving to my home county in the Berkshires.