my poor Beak

The two most perfect days for riding in Atlanta happened, consecutively, too! I am proud to say that I took advantage of both of them (the Pink only one).

With yesterday's ride, though, I had a taste of what I think the Beak must suffer through trying to ride in the N of the Y of the C. I was in traffic hell.

I thought I planned out this great ride and the first part was fantastic, except for the semi that was holding up traffic so awfully that even I was waiting, coasting with the car right behind, for him to turn off somewhere, anywhere, please, for the love of all that is right in this world. When that finally happened the railroad tracks forced all the cars to come to a near dead stop to cross them, which of course I too had to slow for since these jerks were so far to the right that I couldn't get by them. This of course killed any momentum I had for the impending hill.

And then the absolute worst. Traffic was so backed up that I had one foot out of the pedal for about 5 minutes, just coasting a few feet at a time between red lights. It was awful. Beak, how do you do it? Light after light after light...all freakin red for 2 minutes, green for 10 seconds.

But, all ended well. After my halfway point things started to ease up and I got a good rhythm going. I even bumped up my average speed from the day before, despite all the coasting at 3 mph.

Today I rest. Tomorrow afternoon Pink and I will ride before celebrating his birthday with a nice dinner. Yes, the Pink turns 29 tomorrow and he still gets an ice cream cake. Isn't is great to still be a kid?