HILLY on the way in! I am so sick and tired of these stinking COLD mornings! I go out today in my bike shorts and am immediately pissed off. I checked the weather when I got up, the roads were dry. So when I go out to ride, I am slapped in the face with freezing cold spit rain. I hate spit rain. Rain or don't rain, but don't spit at me. I can't wear my sunglasses because it's too gloomy.

I went back in the house and had a mild temper tantrum, but realized it was silly to NOT ride. Threw some running pants on over my bike shorts, and took off glowering.

I love the idea of biking to work, I even have, once, enjoyed the implementation. But then there's the planning issue. I get to work and I'm freezing. It takes me three hours to warm up. I go to change and remember that I did not remember to bring an important article of clothing...undies. GRRRR! Then I notice that where I normally do not sweat, I have sweated a big circle on my CHEST! Underarms? Dry as a bone. Chest, big circle. It looks like I had one boob and I leaked.

I also nearly got mowed down by a Minivan Mommy who decided that stop was only a suggestion. Then she DOES stop when I yell "HEY!" and swerve to keep from being hit, and gives me an irritated wave through. Oh well THANK you, your royal effing HIGHNESS! Thank you SO much for LETTING me have the right of way when you have a stop sign and I don't. Do you want me to kiss your manicured toes too? By the way, I hope you're toasty in that minivan because I am freezing my ass off, and not in the mood to dodge people who can't pay attention while they drive. Just hope that someone else doesn't decide to blow off a stop sign while your CHILDREN (who are apparently honor students) are riding THEIR bikes!

Riding home too, which will be more pleasant. Way less hills, it'll be warmer, and no one will care if I have a sweat stain on my shirt. Oh, and undies won't be an issue. I have a drawer full at home.

Okay I lied. It wasn't pleasant riding home because I got a flat! WAH!!! I was so frustrated. First, I had to change it in an area covered with goose poop. Three cyclists rode by and no one asked if I needed anything. (I always do.) I finally got the damn wheel back on and went to inflate it, Roy had used my last CO2 cartridge, and put it back EMPTY! Fortunately I have a good hand pump. I was SURE I was going to get a pinch flat because it looked "pinched" right near the stem, but it appears to be fine. Took me FORTY minutes to change it. :\

Called Roy to let him know I was okay and heading home. Passed some taggers on MY trail. Called the police. I hope they caught the bastards.

Called Roy again to let him know I'd spent 10 min on the phone with the police station, so was still on my way. He informed me the car is in the shop OVERNIGHT again! (Insert multitudes of swear words here.) After a marathon and many bike rides this week, my knees are SINGING OPERA! No way did I want to ride to work again.

So he calls his parents. They live a mile from us, have three cars (for two people). No, we can't borrow the car for one day because "Dad doesn't let kids drive his cars." What the HELL? A) We happen to be in our 40s! and B) We are the MOST responsible people in the whole damn family! Yeah thanks for that.

Oh well...I made it home in only 2:15! Pft!