that makes you want to hop on and ride them, for no reason at all, at the weirdest of hours.

Went out drinking with a friend tonight. Bars closed at 2:00, soon after which I was headed home. Little buzzed, but not hammered. 'bout halfway home I take a detour through little side-streets I rarely travel, checking out all the cute little (and not so little) houses, and realize I don't *want* to be home yet. I've already decided to blow off racing tomorrow, no reason not to stay out late and sleep in late.

Call my buddy who I figure is probably sobering up at Denny's prior to his drive home (Sadly, I have no kindred bicycle-junkie spirits in this little 'burbclave. Unless you count the training/racing buddies I go out and hammer with. They don't see a bike as transportation, so much as a toy. My bike is generally the only one, or maybe one of two, locked up out in front of the bar.). Sure enough, he's there. Tell him to order me something greasy and I'll be right there. So I sit and shoot the bull some more, eat greasy eggs, and leave.

I'm *still* not ready to go home. So off I go, no particular destination in mind. Just exploring little side streets and neighborhoods not a mile away, but somehow never previously explored, and many that are a bit more than a mile away. Eventually find myself up in the hills among all the multi-million dollar homes, cruising up the route that I kill myself on, on tuesday nights trying, and generally failing, to battle with the local roadie hotshots. Turn off that route onto more previously unexplored streets. Turn downhill on some random street and suddenly it gets *steep*. Every other pedal stroke is a short skid just to keep speed in check. Remember the bare patches on the rear tire, the fact that I have no tools with me, and nothing to prove and drag the front brake down the rest of the hill. Keep cruising, pride still intact 'cause who gives a f*, I'm just out for a cruise. I have the streets, warm night air, and nearly-full moon to myself. More exploration, more deserted streets, more views of the moonlight and glittering valley below.

20 miles and two hours (did I mention i was cruuuiiising?), I'm *finally* back home and ready to call it a night.

Dunno what it is about fixies...

-Trevor