22 March, 2006 Weather: Sunny again, snow melting, Spring is in the air.
I slept in this morning. After the last couple of days, I really needed to catch up on my sleep. By the time the Baron and I hit the road, the sun was up over the horizon, and we cast a long shadow on the road heading west. I thought about stopping to take a photo, and I really should have, but traffic was building behind us as the rush hour got into full-swing. It just wasn’t safe to stop for a random photograph.
But this gave me an idea for a future, western-themed blog entry, maybe titled “Cast a Long Shadow”. I’ll have to go through some of my old Louis L’amour novels for inspiration.
Our ride to work was fraught with heavy traffic. It is amazing how much difference a half-hour makes. We found ourselves trapped between SUVs and mini-vans most of the way to work. There was no flow, no fluid transition from corner to corner. We were constantly balked by distracted drivers, nattering into their Nokias and braking just for the hell of it, blocking our view of the road ahead.
I don’t put up with this when I am riding Frogwing. I’ll hop the curb and pass the bastards on the grass if I have to. But on the Baron, I don’t have the same options. So I took a deep breath and went to my Zen place for awhile.
We arrived at work, and I punched the clock, and settled in for an eon of Existential Gravity. Time crawled, and my free spirit howled in agony. Why? Because the sun was shining, and it was 42°F outside! (5°C)
Normally, I would plead Spring Fever, or Temporary Insanity, and take the rest of the day off to ride somewhere, anywhere, on two-lane roads far away from the `Cities.
But I have used up too much of my time bank this Winter, dealing with various routine disasters and crises. I had no choice but to serve my sentence behind windows which showed a sunny paradise just outside of my grasp. After several relative centuries passed, I finally dragged my withered carcass to the time-clock and punched-out for the day.
It took all my remaining strength to ride the Baron over ice-free roads all the way home. I’m tired, dear friends. I’m going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a better day.