I don’t see myself often when riding, but tonight Pete met me in Mountain View for dinner and some miles to break in his new GTS 300. As we sped along Rt-101 towards San Francisco, I glanced across the lane and couldn’t help thinking, Holy shit is that what I look like on the highway?! No wonder people thing I’m crazy.
Also, my speedo cable broke on the ride to the rock gym today (I may have been riding hard to make up time). Odometer will sadly be at least 69 miles off. In a way, it was refreshing to be free of the tyranny of numbers attempting to arbitrarily describe your movement through space.