Commutes home lately have been pretty average aside from the fact that my chain is stretched and needs to be replaced asap. My ride to work went from sticking to the fast main streets to a quiet cowering backstreet ride.

The sudden change in route came when I was pulled over the other night by a cop because I didn't have enough lights and stuff. He wasn't just any cop. He's pretty much one of the biggest, oldest, meanest nit picky, cops in the department. All the tow drivers I work with know him well. He gave me a red light ticket last year too. There are hundreds of cops in this city but I'm always running into this particular cop in his brown, unmarked early 90s Chevy Caprice. His name is Hutch but I think of him as that cop from Stephen King's novel, "Desperation". His intentions are good I guess but still. pfft

I'm on a hunt for a new house to move to at the end of the month so paying for new bicycle equipment and repairs have unfortunately been put on the backbench with needed computer upgrades, dateing, drinking, and food for that matter.

As a result, I've been doing my best to dodge the big mean cop as best as I can. Oddly enough, I'm not losing any time on the commute. It's just more fun to race down the main streats than it is to cart along the backstreats like some kid out past his bedtime.