Friday, August 29, 2014
One in the bottle and a bunch of drafts
A series of sluggish awakenings and headlong sprints to work have worn me down with two commutes still remaining. But on the ride home I kept getting passed by strings of traffic pulling powerful columns of air. The waves off each vehicle would lift and pull me, one after another as they went by. Labor Day weekend traffic seems light by holiday standards, but most of it seemed to be going my way and a lot of it was towing trailers. No one passed alarmingly closely.
Every day's ride should be this trouble free.