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Monday, October 31, 2005

another work week begins and it'll be slimy and dark going back. Trip out was a little early, and I wondered about the precision of the commute time (whether being more "between the hours" means less traffic than close to the top of the hour, when people would be close to their designated arrival time). Could be that 8:30 is also an arrival time, since people seemed a little more in "we're late! we're late! to a very important date!" mode than when I've been ten minutes later. ( at 8:42-ish, I've had totally clear passage across Prospect several times, even when not at the optimum position in the light cycle).

Hoping the tire that is oozing GU from its boot, applied on the weekend ride when we saw that the sidewall was worn through, gives me 8more miles for the trip home. Good hallowe'en image but it's pouring out there... calling on my weather goddess powers to have it dissipate before 9:30 ETD.

Had a riding 'first' over the weekend - whilst the group gathered for the Fixing of Flats (first Steve F's), an ambulance went screaming by. THen while we were still trying to get my unwilling tire to sit right (just extracting the tube from its bondage to the tire was difficult; getting it anything close to sitting roundly was a real challenge) the Big REd Fire Truck (Broadlands VFD, I believe) comes hauling by... careening over to inquire as to our well-being. Seems the ambulance folks had sent 'em out. I'd been trying hard to convey control of the situation to passers by (and several looked inquiringly, and one stopped and asked), but perhaps I looked maniacally happy or something...
or perhaps it was something in the air, since higher than the average number of drivers waved at us on the route out. Snort those leaf emanations, good people!!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ah, sweet relief. The traffic lights were doing the "walk" thing automatically on the trip out and the trip back. So sorry, all you folks trying to get to or from the Interstate who get to wait a good 45 seconds, at least, between greens.

Lesson for the day, O White Sox and others: Intersections are Not Bases to be Stolen.

Cruising for efficiency somewhere between First St. and Prospect, I coasted up to an intersection where the light to my right waxed yellow, and then started accelerating through like a skilled baserunner, anticipating the "pitch" of greenness from perpendicular to in-my-face... except, dear hearts, that the other side got a green left turn arrow. (Prob'ly it was Randolph, so there wouldn't *be* a left-turn option going West.)


Grateful to the nice fellow in the truck who *didn't* give me the finger or even scowl, who clearly had the right-of-way over this red-light-running creature (me). Not sure I held him up even for a second, so I guess I'd have made it "to second" but I will heretofore regard such anticipation as an evil temptation, and try to be as gracious to the next person who slows me down with their clever efficiency tactics.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Whew! Seems the toughest part is remembering how to get to where to post, now that it's 'time' to get a-blogging.

Thanks Fritz for the comment - and I'm looking forward to knowing some of your routes.

Yesterday the lights on Country Fair were not automatically going to "walk" so the usually lovely long green couldn't be counted on. While I've always wondered about the logic of the lights going to "walk" when pedestrians are so rare, I've loved knowing if 'walk' was still blinking that I had at least 18 seconds of the "don't walk" as a solid before the yellow. I'm anxiously awaiting finding out their current status on the commute home. Such excitement!!!

Got hokey spokes installed - they *are* cool. We'll see if they last. It's been two weeks so far adn they're still flamboyant. Picture to follow...

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