Another uneventful but enjoyable commute.

I took the Nishiki 12-speed again but lubed the chain and derailleur jockey wheels which felt a little draggy on Monday. It seemed to pedal smoother, quieter and more easily.

Took the same first 3 miles from the house but optioned to take a different route for the last three to the office. A quarter mile from the office at the intersection where they painted the city's first "bike box" recently there was a downed power line so I had to detour a block over. Same on the ride home.

The city painted over all the graffiti on the overpass I took over the highway. I prefer the blank blotches to the insanity that seems more commonly scrawled on the city's infrastructure nowadays. It's not political, it's not clever, it's not artistic or uplifting, it doesn't even seem to be gang-related. Just a collection of names, possible words and random shapes that bear the sad hallmarks of mental illness and drug addiction.

We live on a short steep-ish hill so the last half a block is a minor grind. Our neighbor fosters a group of kids and when they're out on the lawn they will say hi and cheer me on. They seem to be getting a little old for this kind of behavior, but I love it. Especially when they yell, "honk your horn!" or "Beep-Beep!" Then I blast the AIrZound airhorn and they cheer.