1000 Miles To Liberty Hill

 

I bought this cyclometer last August (or July?). I just crossed the 1000 mile mark this morning. That's an average of 77 miles a month! 18 miles a week!! But that simple math doesn't tell the real story. I'm hot and cold on my bike; I rode it 60 miles this week, which is 60 more than I rode in the whole month of February. Inconsistency is my consistency.

On a completely unrelated note, I watched the erection of this fire station this fire station being erected built. The colors, the architecture, the materials -- its all very appealing. It's the most glorious barn I've ever seen. I'd live here, Cornbread wouldn't, but I sure would.

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Social Distance

 

I traveled last weekend. It's been nearly a year since I've set foot in an airport terminal, despite the fact I work at the airport. I haven't forgotten what what outrageous arseholes the TSA can be, but I hadn't experienced it in so long I was mildly shocked when they reminded me.

Sir Fatness, in that crew of agents standing in a pile back there, barked at me about social distancing, because the guy behind me moved too near me to wait on his bag -- the same guy the TSA just prodded forward. Perhaps a longer conveyor belt, Highness? One benefit of the mandatory mask -- you can mouth a much needed "fuck off" at your offending Karen.

Some people should never have power of any kind.

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