Seriously, it's International Car-Free Day? This was the only day this week that I drove. I had to drop the Metro this morning to repair what some jerk had wrought (long story short, some punk threw a rock through my window). Of course there had been a miscommunication between the national office, with whom I'd spoken on the phone, and the local franchise, so the glass hadn't been ordered. At least I got an added seven or so miles of cycling this morning after leaving Jellybean (the car) to be attended to over the next several days while the new window is shipped (for real, this time).

Luckily, this late season spate of sunny weather won't quit. Sunny and in the mid-fifties today, and there was a wicked full moon rising above the Chugach Mountains right as the alpenglow from the sunset hit. Between dropping off the Jellybean, riding back and forth to class, going to the store, and to the brewery, I think that I racked up about 30 miles today. Plus, I saw this guy while coming home from class:



That would've made my day, regardless of weather and milage.