didn't sleep much last night, and was the most tired i've ever been. tired going in, tired coming out. at least one knee is making ominous signals at me. the weather was nice both ways though - no rain, and clear and cool by the time i came home. another ride home in the dark, and this time i did cross over and use the correct side of the bridge. bleah. it is nicer riding with traffic flow, but this side of the river is NOT innarested of bikes and people who ride them to work. it's a class 1 highway with a bike/pedestrian sidewalk both sides of the bridge, but apparently no protected means of easily getting to the side i'm supposed to be on from the side i come from. there are unprotected/unorthodox means, but they're not easy either. i'll have to get my map out and find the right detour, i think.

and lord, i don't like the arrangement at the homeside end once i get there. there's an exit that peels off to an island mid-river, that has to be crossed on foot. the way it's placed, cars coming into that exit have about 15 feet to see me at 80+kph. i hate city planners; i zarking do.

but i still love my little kilometre of off-road track on that side. i think i love it even more in the dark. it's funny how the passionate hate and the passionate love don't mix together and mellow each other out. i am NEVER going to work in this part of this city again.

songs: dublin blues, guy clark. chain up the swings, michael marra. rant, martin bennett.