Yesterday, an hour or so before my ride, I said to Ms. McCaskill, “I don’t want to go outside and be cold.” To which she replied, “yeah you do.” Nice.
Today, riding to campus, I passed a dog walker that I’ve seen a time or two before. As I rode by he said, “You get around.” Cool.
I showed the girls (Ms. McCaskill and the youngens, that is) the Waltz of the Bicycles to great effect. The latter were quickly quieted and calmed (no small thing with the littlest one), and the former thinks Bakfiets are wicked smart and stylish, to the point that I should get one. Right on!
Finally, Bicycling had an article in their November 2009 issue listing 109 Rites of Passage for bicyclists, signs that you’ve crossed a certain otherwise indefinable line between casual rider and someone with a problem. The last item was “Reading a rites of passage list and finding that your own favorite one is missing.” Sure enough, after riding this weekend, I realized another: no longer caring enough about the dried rooster tail on your jacket or jersey to wipe it off right away.