|One of these things is not like the others.|
On my way there, this guy was heading right for me, on the wrong side of the road while playing with his phone. Bad luck for me if I were to be crushed by a driver not paying attention on Friday the 13th!
Saturday, it was raining but I wanted/needed to get some vital errands accomplished, Errandonnee or not!
|I checked out the Saint Patrick's Day parade because: MEN IN KILTS.|
|17 pounds of dead laptops dropped off at Goodwill computer recycling|
While I waited for Ethan to drill my new schrader holes, I got a coffee. The South Side was starting to fill with exuberant drunks dressed in green. Delanie's Coffee was the temporary headquarters for the police assigned to head-thump the inevitable throngs of idiots. This police bike was parked there and many more police and troopers showed up as I enjoyed my black and gold latte (chocolate and caramel). They'd commandeered the loft.
Getting back on the bike with full tires was a treat, I'd been riding around on soggy tires for a week or more and it felt sooooo good to have nice firm tires.
My final errand was to add a few more dollars to my Port Authority ConnectCard.