As we all know Columbus discovered the New World or, at least the source of hundreds of Latino baseball players, on October 12, 1492. Why we can't celebrate the day on the 12th which would be Friday this year. This would preserve a three-day weekend for all the government workers and Italian Americans who don't get a day off to celebrate any other famous Italian Americans such as Dean Martin, Al Capone, or Annabella Sciorra.
Rather than ride to work in protest, I decided to go get me a cup of coffee. My first thought was to ride to Bethesda, but that would be 50 miles round trip. The coffee there is simply not half-century-worthy. So I set out looking for a coffee place in confines of Alexandria City.
|The Claw!!! Bye Coal Pile.|
On the north end of Old Town, I came upon a sight that I never thought I'd see. A digger (that's what we called them when I was a kid) was loading the pile of coal used by the power plant into a railroad car. This is the first overt sign of the power plant being put out of its misery.
|Buzz on Slaters Lane|
|Cuppa & Cookie|
The ride home was uneventful. I took Big Nellie up Fort Hunt Road to see how the new seating position felt on a respectable hill. It passed the test swimmingly. Well, it wasn't raining so let's just say it done good.
|Big Nellie Used the Bike Hitchin' Post|
|Spiffy New Bike Lane on Slaters Lane|
And so ended my Columbus Day ride for caffeine. I never actually got comfortable. Dressing for riding in cold weather is a trial and error thing and today was mostly error. I broke out my tights, long fingered gloves, rain jacket, a short sleeve base later, and a lightweight cap for my head. Even with the fairing on Big Nellie, I was just a little chilled for most of the ride.
But I knocked off my second coffeeneuring ride of the weekend. And that's the important thing, right?