Originally Posted by
cellery
So when I commute I am real and when I train and race I am imaginary? So if I were to talk about my experiences of being hit by cars twice - once while I was commuting and once while I was training, the commuting one is the only one that counts here? Weird!
Exactly. This morning when I rode to work, I was real. At lunch, when I went out to do intervals, I was not. This evening, when I ride home, I will be real again. It's like a bizarro Velveteen Rabbit.
Anywho, I agree with Steely Dan. Sprawlville always feels sketchier than downtown.