This past weekend was perfect riding weather so I rode everywhere. I was to help with a fund-raiser/blood-drive, but I showed up too early. So I rode through the park and visited by biking buddy Dan. I felt bad because he thought I had come over to invite him along for a ride. Back to the fund-raiser and they ask me to go hang signs at some of the nearby shops. "With Pleasure!"

My car hasn't rolled out of the driveway since Wednesday afternoon and the only time I rode in a car this weekend was to go eat with some noncycling friends of mine. At least I didn't have to drive (I've never really enjoyed driving, not since I was fifteen at least).

This morning's commute to work was another great one. I just wish I had gotten up earlier so I could have taken the long way in. Still it's hard to get out of bed on a Monday morning.

I'll be headed out for Chicago tomorrow and will be stuck in a car for the next four days on a roadtrip. I'm going to see a couple of Nomeansno shows (any old-school punkers out there?). Should be worth it.