Well, I was about to tell one of my best buddies at work (we get along so well we can almost finish each other's sentences) about what it feels like to get to work under human power. Why was I stunned when he cut me off and changed the subject?
Well, I ended up telling him that I listen to him when he get boring, so why can't he do that for me, too? He laughed, and I was glad for the endorphins keeping me mellow from the ride in.
I saw a fellow cyclist a quarter mile ahead of me as I got closer to downtown, but he got away from me at the red light. I wanted to talk to him/her. Oh, well.
The ride was good. Nothing unusual, just the same great feeling after riding for an hour. I wish I had the stamina to do this everyday.
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No worries