Which forces thousands of cars onto the normally quiet streets I use for my bicycle commute. The result, a madhouse of frustrated drivers and one bicyclist trying to keep it in perspective.
The old tendinitis in the ankle is acting up today, so the bike stayed home. I'll tell you the truth, every time I drive on Atlanta's highways they get scarier.
Assuming you consumed 1 gallon of liquid food mixed with water, this short survey will tell you approximately how far you could walk before you passed out ran out of gas.
It's kind of a drizzly and overcast day in Atlanta but I thought it was great weather for a ride. Bicycling in that misty rain is right up there with hiking in misty rain, it's one of those things that's hard to describe why it's so pleasurable. But it is. And riding today with my cranks spinning slowly and the headlights of cars trapping the mist in beams of light, all seemed right with the world.