My car rolled over 1,000 miles on Wednesday. My bike got a nice giant nail in it, again, earlier in the week and I’ve been busy each night and haven’t gotten around to fixing it. I do have a spare tube, but that still has a hole in it from one of the previous encounters with sharp metal objects, so… grrr.
Anyway, I’ve been driving to work, which has reminded me both that traffic here sucks, and that I don’t like driving short distances. I like the feel of cruising out in big open spaces, not dodging retards determined to get to work 1.73 seconds faster at the mere cost of my life.