Hehe, no worries. I hung out for 15 minutes, watched the pretty girls, spun out a quick 15 miles (the last 4 with a 12er on my back--ow, my lungs!), and came home.

I was actually thinking about calling it on account of hot before I left so I wasn't too heartbroken. I may or may not try again tomorrow.

For now I'm gonna go flip back and forth between the TdF and the Sox game while quaffing a UFO or two. Life is good.