Yikes. I went way up past the University of Vermont (uphill) and met a bunch of friends before they went hashing (running for beer). When they took off, I bombed back down the hill and my front derailleur was shifting all weird. Eventually I looked at the cable and it's all frayed near the point where it's bolted to the derailleur, so it's majorly loose. I decided to leave it in the big ring all the way home. Get it replaced tomorrow.

I'd had some beers, so I was riding slow on the MUP and watching this dude reeling me in from way back. He finally caught and passed me with about 3/4 of a mile of MUP left. I let him go, then decided to reel him in, which I did, but then he stopped.

I got home and realized it's pretty humid. Blech. I think I'm going into a bad mood now. Maybe I need some limoncello.