A better day today

I woke up at six thirty this morning and ate my bran flakes, and thought about yesterday and formulated scary scenarios of violence and persecution. I thought about when I was attacked on the city bus, and how I didnt' ride the bus for several years after that. I thought about how I am afraid to drive sometimes (for other reasons, mostly having to do with the onset of senility.), and then I decided if I don't go for a ride then the terrorists have won. So I went a Dam ride.

It was very overcast, just the way I like it! Keeps the proles away! The gate was still locked at the north end of the Mission Trails bike path when I got there at 8:07 and there were not too many people on the path. I saw some ducks at Lake Murray, very nice.

Going up the Baltimore hill a woman walking said to me, "B**** of a hill, eh?". I've often thought that, too. It's not a BIG hill, it's actually rather short. But it's nearly at the end of ride (depending), and it's steepish. Of course it was more steepish when I weighed fifty pounds more!!

The Schwinn has a odd squeak sound, but I only hear it when I'm not on it. It seems to be coming from the headset, which is not loose. I can't replicate it, it just happens sometimes!

Wierd!