Ride in Sunday morning was great, except for the one d-bag who honked at me on E st., approximately 4 car-lengths and 30 seconds before he turned off of the road anyway. Also got honked at Friday night, the same evening that my lady got the old "get on the sidewalk", from a woman in an SUV running an early red, no less. I know that carrying a gun would only get me in trouble, and would probably result in a violation of certain philosophic principles while under the influence of idiot-induced road rage; but I wish that I could carry and use a tranquilizer equipped dart gun on some of these impatient fools. Seriously people, calm down; we're all gonna get where we're going, there's no need for temper tantrums.

Ride home was meh; several inches of 33º snow/slush and 25 mph winds, plus a belly full of food 'cause I was too hungry after my shift ended to wait until I got home (fresh made macaroni and cheese from scratch with bacon, jalapeños, pepperoncinis, and pepperjack cheese, chased with a pint Moose's Tooth's IPA is only the best thing ever, until you have to ride home in a headwind).