Before Dan Mangan last night we did the Tour Duh Vancouver with a friend. It started out nice and we rode to Union Market and had a treat and a coffee and just then it starts to spit.
Fast forward to the Lionsgate bridge. I can't feel my feet, the rain is getting in my eyes and I don't have fenders on my bike. We slog up Keith Road and I mutter "I'm going home!" to the guys and peel off.
Yes.
Dirt and sand everywhere. I threw all my gear in the washer but it was just permeating everything: my helmet, my bag. There was sand in my hair.
It was still tons of fun though. I love my bike.
Now I have a mild hangover and lots of stuff to do, but I'm going to continue to watch Mad Men and maybe get some sushi.
My point is that when the phone rings at 1am? Best to not answer it.
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