Stupid Hurts

Cycling at night is sublime. The world seems like a completely different place at 2 am. I prefer the back roads and the neighborhood streets, chasing my shadow from each cone of light to the next. I like to ride slowly at night, and just listen to the sounds. The darkness gives me ample chance to reflect on current events and organize my thoughts, or even better a chance to clear my mind and listen to my tires buzz on the pavement.

Next week looks to be busy cycling wise for me. I am supposed to be helping to support May as “ride you bike to work month” as well as attending a Critical Mass ride and at some point attending one of the Tuesday night 20 mile rides my shop will be putting on for the rest of the summer. I managed to talk my way out of the 8am Saturday morning rides. I don’t think I could bring myself to wake my poor bicycle up that time of morning.

Oddly enough I just realized this is blog post 113, which means I missed the milestone of post 100. Thanks everyone who reads this thing month after months!