i rode 56 miles yesterday. not for any real reason, i just needed to get on my bike and clear my head some, so i just pointed the handlebars west and pedaled like a motherfucker. interestingly, while climbing hills makes your quads burn like crazy, they're never what i feel the next day; for me it's always the shoulders that are worst, too much time hunched over with stiff arms transmitting every rut, pothole, and patch directly to where it hurts. but it was still awesome, so wonderful and cool, so many smoothly rolling hills, so few cars, what with people all watching the football game, i imagine. i found a few new satisfying climbs to sate my urge to mutter profanities while turning over a stupidly high gear going up them. i broke the speed limit, doing 37 in a 35. usually i don't get out again after the pmc (there's still time to donate, dear reader!) , for a variety of reasons, but this year i was dying to go ride again for some reason.
getting my room put together, finally, which is to say there's now a more respectable pile of clothes on the floor. at some point i will get pictures hung, crossing my fingers on a curtain-rod-wire solution from ikea.
speaking of ikea, i've been taking pictures in stores surreptitiously with my iphone lately, because it's interesting. stores don't like it when you photograph stuff, say some coworkers who've been nearly thrown out for doing so. i was struck, after going to costco friday night and then ikea saturday morning, by the difference between the two. they're both hell-bent on efficiency, but the former focuses on excess, offers scant choice between generally poorly-designed products, and treats you like a valued criminal, whereas the other feeds you on the cheap, makes sure you're comfortable, and makes it obvious that they'd prefer the relationship be mutually beneficial and pleasant. and fucking costco no longer carries gatorade mix.
Also, here's an awesome picture of dan from last weekend:
