rides

Took the Metro, then the Maryland commuter rail to Baltimore-Washington International Airport. The train ride was uneventful, restful. On the shuttle bus from the MARC station to the airport I met Nick, whom I identified as a rider because of the telltale Camelback and helmet. Another rider by name of Pete joined us on the shuttle.

Well, the day is almost here... tomorrow I'll be heading to Raleigh, North Carolina to begin an adventure unlike any I've ever been a part of.

Days like today make me wonder whether or not being on a bicycle for hours on end is a sane idea.

I woke up at around 7 AM this morning.  This business of waking up early in the morning on weekends is bound to cause some damage, either psychic or emotional.

I've decided that SUVs and 90% of their drivers piss me off.

Today was an impressive sounding feat: a bike ride between the capital of the country and the capital of the state of Maryland.

This weekend was supposed to be my first weekend of back-to-back rides.  It would have had two journals and blinking text and I-did-its all over the place.  But Saturday did not happen, not as I had planned.