Guy in a Suburban driving through downtown on Hennepin: “Go, Lance, Go!”
Me, riding a Trek, wearing yellow, hoping to make it through the next green light, sotto voce: “Just going home from work…”
Big D beat me to a new post! Unthinkable! He also beat me to mapping out the bike route of the west and the bike route of the east. Perhaps I can redeem myself by baking my famous apple crumb cake? I hate that commercial… especially the was she says “identity theft” as if its some nasty embarassing disease that you get from licking water fountains.
Right. That commercial came up, of course, because I am currently sitting on the couch watching Le Tour. It has me wishing I were French just so I could scream “Allez! Allez! Allez!” all(ez) day long. There’s some joke to be made about “über allez,” but I’m not going to try very hard. Let me know if you think of one.
C is OK after a car tried to kill her while she was warming up for this year’s Northfield criterium. I knew I left that place for a reason. Fortunately the medical drama didn’t prevent K, D, H and me from biking down to Northfield just in time to meet a few carloads of hot dogs, beer, and friends (but, initially, no matches.)
The Ford Motor Company seems to think that I should have driven my car about 9,000 miles since last September. Turns out I’m 3,200 miles behind schedule. Assuming 30 mpg and $2/gallon, that’s $213 I was supposed to have spent on gas, but didn’t. Coincidentally — or perhaps not — that’s exactly how much I spent on parts for a certain bicycle.