This is the September I remember

I stepped outside this morning and was greeted with 70-degree air. When I started riding almost a year ago, this is what I was riding in, and I've missed it. It seems like we almost lost this wonderful summer-into-fall limbo mode. Not long ago, the afternoons brought 100 degrees in the shade and temperatures that failed to drop below 80 overnight. Last week, we dipped into the 40's. I am very pleased that we somehow found the "right" weather for September.

I hit the road on time and kept a really solid pace on my way in. I actually got to the coffee shop (including the uphill slog on Main) before 6:30. It's certainly not the fastest I've ever been, but it was pretty quick for my perceived effort.

I had to pull over at about 15th and Main to let a police cruiser zip past with its brain-scrambling klaxon and seizure-inducing strobes. If there was anything else exciting about my ride in worth mentioning, I'm still too stunned from the sensory overload to remember it. Oh yeah! I remember one thing! Carter is closed between 67th and Merriam lane at the railroad tracks, but they only blocked off the good set of tracks. The old wooden tire-killer crossing that every cyclist hates is not barricaded. Regardless, my bike easily navigated through the roadblocks.

Random Tunage:
Tatu - All the things she said
Garbage - Stupid girl