i guess i'm really not driving much recently.

let things run waaaaaay too late this morning, until the only way of making it within my standard window was to drive. changed out of bike clothes and into work clothes. skipped the finding of a coffee container and pouring of coffee as a penance. got into car. inserted key; turned key. starter goes rrRRrclick, and that's it. tried it again. rrRRrclick. yeeks; big sigh. check headlights: nope, i did turn them off the last time. check overhead light; battery's fine. check to make sure i've got it in park. rrRRrclick. mysterious.

so eh. i guess it's a bike day after all. back into the house, back into bike clothes, work clothes in the bag, actually feeling kind of 'oh yay, i get to ride after all' about it. didn't bother phoning bcaa again; it's not like the car's going to go anywhere before i get around to it. poured coffee and took it with me.

i was kind of worried though; the only time that car ever fails to start is when i leave the lights on and run the battery flat. somewhere in the alley it dawned on me: somehow, after 9 years of owning it, i just plain forgot it has a manual choke i did go back to make sure, just in case i was wrong and it was sitting there flooding the driveway with gas, and sure enough. but by then i had no intention of getting back off the bike.

had a terrific ride in to work. hit all the lights just exactly right, it was sunny and fairly cold and dead peaceful. the drivers i saw were showing a bit of wild-eyed weirdo effect from the restarting of school, but nothing to worry about anywhere. someone ran the red light at the bike-controlled crossing before the bridge, but i'd had my eye on them so it was no bother to me. the ride home was very nice too.