This is Vince driving his friend Sam to a party on Friday night. We weren’t quite sure if on his learner’s permit he was allowed to drive non-family members. Vince declared Sam his brother and off we went.
Jeremy’s obsession with bike riding continues, to his chagrin, to escalate. This month is bike-to-work month and he wants to win. There is a guy at the Cambridge office who, for years, has biked to work – a total of 30 miles a day. Jeremy can’t bike to work everyday, so to make the most of when he can bike to work, he does a round-about extend-o route. Friday am, he left the house at 5:30 to ride 75 miles to work, did he include Virginia in this commute to work? Maybe. Is this kosher? We spend a lot of time wondering if it’s in the spirit of the competition. Meanwhile, he’s outgrown his weekend club rides now (they stop a lot and chat and get coffee at rest stops) and I told him to go join the racing team in the area. Though, honestly, racing terrifies me. There is a lot of crashing, I think. They meet on weeknight evenings at 5:30 way outside the Beltway. I’m like – don’t these guys/gals/they have jobs? They’d have to leave work at 4pm to get way out there. And the descriptions are lovely – this is a drop ride, we go hard and fast, know your way around because if you get dropped, you’ll have to find your own way home. Look, it’s so crazy now that his socks match his jersey.
I’m still in a pissy mood. I want to spend all day in bed watching Netflix. I try to resist, but it’s hard. Jeremy is trying to cheer me up, we went out to lunch.
Found a new bike shop in town where we looked at electric bikes and $6800 bikes. OK, maybe he looked at the bikes while played Words with Friends on my phone.
at REI looking at biking accessories.
Then we went for ice cream. Big storms are predicted for tonight. Hopefully no trees fall on us.