This morning's ride was pretty much a comedy of errors. Before leaving in the morning, I usually take out any trash from the day before. Having run out of our normal garbage bags a day or so ago, and being forced to use some less than ideal ones (In commercials, they would be refferred to as 'wimpy, wimpy, wimpy'), the bulging bag burst this morning as I was transferring it to the outside can. Diapers, vegetables, coffee grounds, etc. sprayed my legs and feet.

After cleaning up and changing shorts, socks, and shoes, I began to pedal away at which point my freshly charged halogen headlight konks out. Upon opening the back of the case to pretend like like I might know what the problem is, a piece of broken metal falls out onto the ground. I assumed that it might have had something to do with my lack of light, and decided to wait until the sky lightened up to leave, having only a helmet headlight as a reserve.

The first few miles actually went well, the wind was cool and and the drivers were pleasant and law abiding. Crossing the river was nice, the water was reflecting the brightening sky and flowing between rocks, churning in hydraulics and rippling in eddies. As I reached the far side of the bridge and stop in a patch of dewy green grass to wait for traffic before crossing, I almost slip as I lose traction from the steaming dog turd I have apparently stepped squarely into.

The remainder of my ride was pleasant, aside from the wrinkled noses of nearby pedestrians as we wait at red lights. Now at the office, having bagged my funky shoe to clean later, and scrubbed my pedal as much as possible, I'm coming to accept that it's mornings like this that help me to truly appreciate the vast amount of really good, (and by good, I mean poo-free) days I get to enjoy by cyclo-commuting. I will now go get a cup of coffee, and try to dispell the feeling that, Warner Bros. style, an anvil will drop out of nowhere and fall on my head.