"and you said that only proves that I'm insane.."

You know that feeling you get when you've been away on vacation, and you go pick up your dog from the kennel? It's a moment of elation when that three-legged killer comes out from the back room with his nails clipped and fur washed. You realize just how much you love that dog and how much you've his missed barked greetings.

Thats how I felt. My bike broke while I was riding into work the other day. One of the spokes snapped and the wheel went out of true. I had to leave it in a Center City bike shop with the snobby mechanic that hates me for a few days and take the train home.

I picked it up yesterday at lunch and when the girl brought it out from the back room I had the biggest fucking grin, and had to surpress saying 'There's my baby....'

After work it had begun to rain, in fact it was pouring and dark. Once you are commited to the idea of getting wet, riding in the rain can be fun. Some care has to be taken with stopping, but the ride itself is refreshing. It makes me think of those days riding through South Dakota, Ohio and Johnstown PA.

I caught up with a 20 year old bike messenger with a huge mohawk on his way home and we raced from stoplight to stoplight all the way out of the city. It was the best part of my day, I could releash all of my agression into those pedals and not have to smile at anyone or pretend to care....it's like I'm almost a man again for those 45 minutes and not some suburban meat conglomeration....I'm about to bike home again now and I cant wait.....grrrrr