Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Ride On!

Business meetings are F U N!

Monday, March 29, 2010

T.I. Makin' a Comeback

Well, we aren't a Fortune 500

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Bike Tag

Training: I may not be faster than a train, but I am bigger!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Just Ducky

Yep, that's exacty what dat is.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Me On My Pedalbike

There's a thing around the office we like to call the accidentalreachacross. The accidentalreachacross is, well, *might* be inappropriate, *if* we had HR. If and Might. We don't.

But as it were, it was more of a *theory* than a *practice*. Look, I didn't invent the accidentalreachacross, it's been around since Fred could make the bedrock. Baby, call me Mr. Flintstone....

Okay, it's not really 'around' the office. Technically, it's not even actually 'an office'. And it's only between me and one guy. :Semantics:

So me and....let's call him Feelemehboob, you know, to semi-protect the semi-innocent. Yeah, my example alias is East Indian, and?

So Mr. Feelemehboob initiates the accidentalreachacross like the infamous stretchandlean or the oft used behindthebacktuckandpeek.

Truly, theory not practice, completely innocent, he actually announces it as he simulates the play. Really, who's ever gonna ever accidentallyreachacross and find anything by me!?!.......Really.

And then......Again, I bike corrected. Yes, bike; I was on my bike. And there it was, the accidentalreachacross right in the middle of my near pedalestrian collision. And that's just how close it was. He shoots....He scores!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Why Shouldn't I Talk To Strangers?

It was more of a greasing of the fingertips really. And I didn't know it would end that way, really. I was just trying to help.

What it was was two pedalticioners stradling the patient preparing to send out a call to summon the last rites.

Mcgyver to the rescue! Oh, geez, gosh, I dunno, this is a tough one. think, think, think....I'm pretty sure I said it out loud.

The chain was good and stuck between the frame and the sproket. Good. And. Stuck! If I had a hammer....

Yep, that did it. A hammer, a screw driver, a pair of hands, a foot for leverage, whack, whack!

And the woman apologizes for her bike. No, no, but you may need a new chain now that we've banged the shit out of it- your bike is perfect.

She says, no I'm getting rid of it. I look up, wide eyed, and say, I'll take it! I work for Bikes for the World.....

Wait, I thought it was my day off?

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Mark Madness

Here we go again. Get your colored pens ready, she's planning RAAM 2010!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Isn't She

I love what you've done with the office. The cherry blossoms are a nice touch; they really capture the essence of DC.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? No, it was just a tour bus on 14th. Let me grab some sidewalk chalk..."

The commute? Awesome. What's the fuss Gus? Rush hour JAMS!

commute + :60 workout x 1 bike = :90 BONUS TIME! Biker math.

Pretty in pink.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Lunch Time JAM

Forgive me, I bike corrected, she is actually the Key to my stressfree HAPPINESS.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Beware the Rides of March

Could I BE any more orange?!? You know orange: bright, colorful, CAUTION...cones, signs, construction sites??

My bag is orange. My coat is orange. My bike is laced with orange. My waterbottle NARANJA!

Hi! Here I am a brilliant bright pumpkin in the middle of the bike lane EXACTLY where I should be. And there you are damn near hitting me. I know, the sun was in your eyes. No, THAT WAS ME!!

Now THAT is a thanks for that!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Life IS Good

Door to Door.
Trail Whore.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Trail Basis

Dear anti-John

I never expected it to come to this. I didn't even see it coming. It's been a rough month; I think we can both agree on that. See, we can get along.

I know it's only been a month, but it feels like forever. It was really good running into you today. You look the same.

I know I had a hard time with your new look when we last saw each other. And you were so cold. I'm sorry. I know it feels like I may have turned my back on you, but I too was struggling.

If you felt what I felt today when we were together I'm asking you to give us another shot. You know on a trail basis of course. Please forgive me.

I've missed you. I've missed us. I hope you've missed me too. Think about all the fun we've had. I know we've seen our share of bumps in the road, but let's be honest, that was all you. And see, I got through it. Please give me another chance.

Don't throw away everything we had over this past month. I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

Yours Allways.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Write My Wrongs

Annie put down your gun, tomorrow has arrived.

The proverbial brick wall has gotten a bad rep. Take this one, even the writing on the wall is not good, not good at all. And really, there is a bike path that goes around it; Foxtrot the wall!

It's the bridges you need to watch. Remember Linden's still falling down. The ancient Chinese Proverb: burning bridges makes you ash? Okay, I made that up. But crossing them definitely gets you lost. If you are me. In Virginia.

But it's a brand new day. Month. Year. Grab a gear and let's get the Hotel outta here. I don't like regrets, but apparently do-overs are perfectly acceptable. And last year handed me a plentiful pity full to take a second go at.

So, after a short trip down memory dead end lane, Columbia, M, Wilson... I made myself a cup of alphabet soup and left behind the Key to my unhappiness. Who's afraid of Virginia now?