GoldKey

I was stopped for a traffic signal this morning on Fletcher Parkway when two bicycling fellows came up from behind me. One said, "On your left," then passed me. The other did not say anything, and passed me on the right. They rode right through that red light! I followed them for a piece, and they ran two more red lights.

I must admit I also went through one of them, but I STOPPED and it didn't change. Obviously a defective sensor!

They were not going all that fast, if I hadn't stopped for the lights I might have caught them. Maybe.

Steve the L. gave me a pair of Fat Cyclist socks today!



Nice, eh?

After work I headed over to Aztec Park (the hard way) to check on a geocache. It's still there, so I can nag the guy who asked for a hint, but hasn't been back there since. And it's not like it's MY cache, who am I to be giving hints? I took a picture of the other present from Steve the L., a SuperBear one of his kids brought home from one of those roller coaster places.



Passed a woman pushing an orangey-looking old single-speed Schwinn up the Baltimore overpass. I should have taken a picture, it might have been worth, oh, say, fifteen words or so, at least!

Managed to put ten miles on the trip odometer today.

I bet you wish you knew what GoldKey was! Well, I shall relent, and you may peruse the sort of sophomoric humour that amuses me. Link (Some adult language!)