It’s been one of those days and instead of pedaling to the beach, I should have just hung out at home and called on Jack Daniels and the Marlboro man to lift my spirits.
Work concluded on a rather bad note which I guess set the tone for the rest of the evening. Five minutes into my ride a motorist turned right into me and forced me to the sidewalk… another five minutes later, a call from work… 15 minutes later I realize I lost my taillight somewhere on the trail and tracing my steps yields no results… then I hit two surprise mud pits… then I realize I lost a wrench – the only one that can get my front wheel off should I flat.
So there I sat on the beach at sunset, unable to really enjoy it. Lucky for me, tomorrow is another day and the beach will still be there, awaiting another after-work visit.
