A very nice morning. I got up early and rode down to Clarksburg (a little Delta town just south of Sacramento), swung by the polls to vote, home to shower and change. I switched from my roadie to my garage-sale bomber, an 80s vintage Specialized Rockhopper that I like to call Super Fred II (he replaces the original Super Fred, a GT Outpost that developed a condition that would have cost many more times to fix than the bike was worth).

It was a very pleasant ride, except that at one intersection I was nearly taken out by a couple of yahoos riding into the intersection from the sidewalk. What is it about Sacramento and the morons on the sidewalk? Sheesh.