HEY!!! be-bop deluxe!!! well, i'll be.

what everyone else said about rain. i hit one of those puddles, right in - and over, and across - my bike shoulder on the entrance onto the bridge. heh. i edged over as far as i possibly could, given that the rest of the ramp was full of queued-up container trucks. couldn't just freewheel through it with feet out at the sides since it was uphill. so then i thought eh, should be okay if i just take my time and i got curious about how deep it was. nah; up over the knobbies and maybe even over the pedals; i looked up around then so i don't know if i got myself with my own bow-wave. i'm still newbie enough that it was kind of fun, but i can see how i'm going to want real shoes pretty soon.

i'm definitely the only one crossing the bridge these days. at first i thought it was just a scheduling fluke, since some of the people i've been passed by in happier times were obviously much more competent cyclists than me. but in the past week i've been on the normal workday schedule and i think i've only seen one person, coming home one dark night. makes me feel a bit undefeated; a nice feeling. and i like having the bridge to myself.

the squash-club conversation this morning was about somebody's winter vacation trip. apparently they're going to disneyland first, and then straight on to tasmania. i swear. there were elaborate explanations of the baggage-handling or scheduling rigour this brings, i don't recall which.

coming home - eh. i didn't get wet; otherwise unremarkable. fireworks still so prevalent it's a good thing gunpowder is one of my three favourite smells.

too fascinated by the disneyland-tasmania thing to try the scale this morning.