okay, really, an afternoon.

I couldn't ride today, and we were going to the opera. DH rode in the morning while I did chores and tried out that Volpe (more about that later). My helmet was in his car so I couldn't go for a ride on my own bike.

So when I got home from all the chores I asked if we could go to the opera on our bikes..

And he made all kinds of faces . Oh, come on, honey, it's family night!

So we did.
We rode 9 miles there and walked in with all the men in their fancy suits
and the ladies in their evening wear. I wore my finest red italian jersey (Castelli)
and my outfit (actually) was at least as expensive as many of my fellow opera goers with my Ibex wool knickers and my smartwool striped sox.

We checked our helmets at the coat check .

There was a football game (Seahawks) at the same time as the opera so we not only beat the opera traffic, but we sailed through the football mess too.

Great date!