sometimes i wonder why i do this, and this would be one of those days. nothing really wrong with the ride either way, just . . . one of those days when i add up the logistics and the time and the times-of-day and everything, and realise that i'm actually taking a loss doing it. some day i'll have to try and think about why that gets me down sometimes. and this time i really mean it. i'm never going to go work in that part of the world again. i want to work downtown like a normal person, dammit.

and in the meantime, i think i'd better get in touch with the lbs and arrange to get my other 16 gears back.

in general though, the ride's easier on this bike than it was on that other one. i rode that one to the corner store a few days ago because i was too lazy to mess with the lock for the coda, and gawd, i can't picture HOW i ever rode it 12 miles a day for four months. it's a cruel bike. it hurts. i must have been out of my dust-bunny mind or too dumb to know any different.

today i wore . . . tights for the ride. tights and my hhmfc t-shirt, but it's too hot for anything else and anyway i'm not in the laundry-type mood. nice in some ways, but weirdly claustrophobic after an hour or so. as usual, nothing much to report.

songs: the sloop john b, the beach boys.