I have been meaning to join a bunch of my fellow DC bike commuters at a local coffee shop for the last few weeks. I think this was set up by my fellow bloggers Mary and Ed. One week after another I have had a conflict but today I was going to get out of bed and get there. So I left the house 15 minutes early, and rode our of camp headed into the big city.
Since Monday, I have logged 123 1/2 miles. I was expecting to feel sluggish the whole way in. Not today.. I had more pep in my legs than I knew what to do with. I was spinning in circles instead of mashing on the pedals. Up the Mount Vernon Trail I went uncharacteristically passing bicyclists along the way. I cross into DC and made my way up 15th Street when bike commuter extraordinaire Reba came along side. I followed her up the 15th Street cycle track as she blew on a whistle to clear a path through one cluster of bleary eyed tourist after another. We banged a left onto the 1600 block of Pennsylvania Avenue. Barack and Michele waved Good Morning from their bedroom window. (Would I lie?)
Laura, Kirstin, Froggie, Lauren, Lisa, Brian, Jacques and all the others whose names my feeble brain has already lost.
On the way into town, the Sequoia finally hit the 30,000 mile mark on his odometer. I am pretty sure I have lots more miles that I neglected to transfer over from the first (this is the third) odometer on this bike. It's still a cheap thrill to watch 29,999 change to 30,000. The last several hundred miles were not the easiest. I discovered my rear rim is failing, my pedals fell apart, I collided with a parked car, and my rear axle sounded like it was not rotating freely. I also had a little extra weight (a Christmas present from my sister-in-law). Nothing like carrying an anvil to slow your roll.
After leaving the coffee crew, I got hung up behind a crane building operation. A crane was building a bigger crane right in the middle of the street. Instead of waiting hopelessly with the cars, I hopped the curb and rode through an adjacent park. Advantage Sequoia!
I'm off the bike for three days to do some daddy duty. And 460 miles of driving. No zombies.