Me: riding to work happily in the cold.
You: in a house somewhere along my route, with what looked like a very active dryer vent but which smelled very strongly of MJ. I don't know what you were doing, but carry on sir.
Me: riding to work happily in the cold.
You: in a house somewhere along my route, with what looked like a very active dryer vent but which smelled very strongly of MJ. I don't know what you were doing, but carry on sir.
The dip in the Custis Trail by the Ed Center in Arlington pretty much constantly smells like MJ, I think someone may have planted some hemp...for some...eh...rope up in the old bamboo forest.
After a miserable run Tuesday night, I totally wimped yesterday and drove to work. Driving home yesterday PM on the GW Parkway there was a car swerving, speeding up, slowing down. People are lane changing like crazy to avoid it. I pass. It's a lady doing her nails. Guess she had a hot date. I've heard of stuff like this but never actually saw it before (other than cell phone users, of course). On a road with cyclists she could have easily killed someone. Gack.
You:
The woman riding the Red Schwinn MTB frame out at Hains Point, even on dreary evenings like this one when there is no one else around. Just moving along at your own pace - never too fast.
Seeing you out there always makes my day a little better.
You: Friend (but-you-don't-know-it) on the blue road bike with white shirt
Me: The guy in the orange jacket absentmindedly drafting you after the Corkscrew of Doom
Sorry. I really am sorry that I drafted you. I didn't mean anything by it, I got a new job today and was just pedaling along thinking about lots of other stuff, I should have been paying more attention. That was my fault, apologies.
I would have happily passed you, but your furious F-bombs-of-fury made me want to at least ask "How are you doing?" I don't think your are a "stuck up asshole" as you said, rather, I think you are a guy who needs a friend, ear, and good ride.
I hope the rest of your ride went well, like I said, I hope civility wins out.
Keep on trucking...as if you would ever stop trucking
BEST!
PFUNKALLSTAR
Me: Riding my fully loaded Surly home on the W&OD and not feeling the greatest because of a cold and I forgot my water bottle on the warmest day in months.
You: Riding what appeared to be a recent model Cannondale with green trim. You told me to work on my cadence as you sped by.
Me: Wondering what was meant by your comment. Too slow? Not smooth enough? Concluding that I am too tired to care, but a little more detail would have been helpful.
You: Highly visible cyclist with your pants tucked into your athletic socks heading north on 15th NW
Me: Behind you on the CaBi
Does that whole "spitting on cars parked illegally in the bike lane" thing really get you anywhere? I guess you had a lot of spit saved up from blowing every red light from R to Columbia.
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