Today, I was invited to make a professional presentation downtown. But it's such a nice day that I just had to use the ol' commutocruiser to get there.

I rolled southward along local streets (and briefly along one of the canal paths) enjoying the spring weather. But then my progress was stopped by the irresistible lure of local child-labor-exploiting commerce:


Onward into a stiff headwind, which I didn't mind as it was slightly downhill and kept me from getting too sweaty prior to my big presentation.

Arrived at the headquarters of the state DOT for my meeting. Tried not to let any flashbacks of prior misery or terror affect my good mood (I survived 31 years of employment by this agency, but have been retired long enough to regain my sanity).


Now, a major government transportation agency should have parking for all modes of roadway transport, correct? Welll, yes they do, but no, you can't actually access it.


Where there's a somewhat-fixed object, there's a way:


15 miles so far, and the presentation went well. But I still need to ride home, and darn, that lemonade and cookie wore off a while ago...