I went for my long(ish) bike ride yesterday afternoon. It was totally nice, until I got back into town. I was heading downhill and all of a sudden the car in front of me stopped, because the car in front of it stopped, because the car in front of it stopped, because, see, it turned out traffic was completely stopped, backing all the way up the hill.
It was so bad that there was a couple that had set up a stand on the side of the road to sell water and lemonade and snacks — an adult couple.
Partially, this is because the Bay Bridge closed, so people have decided that instead of taking public transportation it makes more sense to drive all the way around the Bay and through our towns. But, partially, it’s just a three-day holiday weekend.
I should have known when I stopped at Swirl (the best ice cream shop) on my ride and it looked like this:
Basically, every time it’s nice out and every one has free time and suddenly gets inspired to start working out,it makes me grouchy and not want to go outside. I don’t know what I’m going to do this weekend. Probably schedule my rest days and stay inside, yelling:
Get Off My Lawn!