Geez Sundial! Your day was like a Mary Chapin Carpenter song! Go over the border and play the lotto!

My rides are usually so unremarkable that I don't have anything to say about them. But today, I decided to just go for about an hour, no matter how far I went (turned out to be about 11 miles). As I was coming through the downtown area (a very pleasant end to my route), I heard maybe a cyclist coming up behind me. He was still very far away when I looked back. (I stopped at the first stop sign on Broadway, after coming down the hill by the park and hitting the speed limit.)

So I'm between the two stop signs on the main drag there, and I look back and see him and I think it's someone I know. He's screaming up and when he finally gets there I said, "Oh, i thought you were someone else," and he said, "Hi, how ya doing..." as we were passing.

He's riding a fixie or single speed, with bullhorn handlebars, out of the saddle and he's got a messenger bag over his shoulder and he's just screaming by and then I realize that he had to have already blown through the first stop sign. (To his credit he is wearing a helmet.) As I approached the second stop sign, he blew through that one, too. So I had to call out, "You're giving me a bad name by blowing that stop sign!" He never slowed down or looked back.

Harumph. He's obviously not from 'round here. Probably doing something at the private Christian university for the summer. Fancies himself a NEW YORK CITY messenger or something?? Poseur. Can't wait to see him again.

Karen