new custom headbadge for lucky this weekend. She deserves it.
There i was, pedaling squares with the morning light at my back and a cool breeze coming off the irrigated fields to either side of me. Through my headphones Pink Floyd is offering to meet me on the dark side of the moon, my head is clear and I couldn't feel more free. I dont make the light at the 101 and instead of cheating across the intersection, i sit on the top tube and adjust the strap from my backpack. I finish the last swallow of water and for a moment wonder if i should have brought another bottle. Then I have an idea that is both true and sobering. I can just fill it when i get to work. Work. The word hits like a ton of bricks. the bag across my chest and shoulder suddenly becomes heavy and i have trouble kicking into my left pedal as the light changes from red to green. The irony of biking early to work. Normally a bicycle ride is rewarding not only while riding, but the destination is a reward as well. Not so on the commute. The destination is the anti-bike. The anti-joy some days. 10 or twelve hours of phones and TPM reports and people so stupid they make you wonder how many days they dont get their pants on right and just dont leave the house. Could it get any worse? i guess it could. I could be sitting in traffic watching the needle drop on my gas gauge and be listening to two jackasses that are under the impression that people actually enjoy the sound of their oh-so-witty voices doing a "morning show" that couldnt be less original.