Rainy Friday

I know that, at least, one person will have a bone to pick with me about the weather tonight and the previous Friday.Rain. I am the rain guy and every time I plan to leave work early to go riding the spitting turns to downpour and I am soaked to the bone by the time I get home and I am happy to see two very cute faces waiting at the baby fence. Riding is great but chicken stew, crusty bread and beer are awesome when you can enjoy them with your family. I took a few weeks away from this blog because I felt that I was kind of spiraling and, after reading a few posts, I really started to wonder if it just sounded like pointless ranting that turns people off instead of on. Not saying that they should be compared because we know that both people love cycling. I am just wondering if I let what I read influence me too much so I end up detracting from my own enjoyment of writing down what I think is funny. I had to find out what I felt wasright and wrong.

That blurb aside yesterday's ride was a shocking look into how bad other riders are and how far the grail is from thine ________ tips. I had to head to the embassy to renew my passport before heading into work and, thank god, they are only open from 9am till 11am.　I would hate to think that the embassy staff had to work an entire day. On my way in I had the pleasure of riding through, what could arguably be one of, the world's busiest intersections. It was then that I wondered about how other cyclist would negotiate the crowd. The pursuit frame(with BMX handles) fixster tried to skid but just bumped into people and another fixster ran his zen feeling right into a guy on a scooter who was waiting for the light. There were no injuries because fixie riders are never traveling with enough momentum to do anything other than go backwards. Another rider opted to dodge through the crowd pissing off people heading too work minding their own business. Whenever I see these riders I think of Mr. Magoo who manages to survive at everyone else's expense. I made it safely to the embassy and had a much better ride home where I encountered the BMC grail. I have only seen him a few times but he is eerily fast and aggressive. He takes the lane and holds it because he is going faster than 40kmh fo sure. Cars can't beep because, in order to pass him, they would have to go 10 over the speed limit. I kept a respectable gap of 20 metres until he turned off. The rest of the ride home I had that "don't look over your shoulder" feeling because I thought he might be creeping up behind in boogy man fashion. He haunts me and that is the most recent account of riding to work. I am looking forward to going home next month and I am debating on taking my bike or setting another one up in TO where large frames aren't an oddity.