In today's seminar, I learned that the African Burial Ground is less than a mile away, so I swung by it on the way home. I looked at it from the outside but couldn't get in. The extra mile I rode turned into a nicer route so I'm grateful for that. So it was 3 miles instead of 2 miles, still a tiny distance.

I'm really enjoying riding my fixie this week. It's light and simple. One downside is that it has no luggage ability and no lights so I have to mount lights every ride and hang my lock on the handlebar. These are minor inconveniences. Riding a fixed gear in tight traffic makes me feel in control, but that might be an illusion. Mind you, I do have a front brake, and a very good one at that.