Flip off the brights already!
On at least three occasions on the way back, I had to pull over to the side of the road while cars passed me going the other direction, because I couldn’t see a thing through their brights. The last car to do that finally turned their brights off after I put my hand in front of my eyes to send the message: "You’re blinding me!" But my eyes were still seeing spots by the time I walked in the front door of my apartment. It felt like my wedding day or something, only I was wearing cut-off shorts instead of a rental tux.
My eyes! The goggles do nothing!
Thing number two was the sand, only this time it wasn’t all over my bike. I just managed to get a few obnoxious grains in my eyes, so I spent the last few miles blinking in fast-forward. It was already dark enough that I couldn’t see the potholes until my front wheel was bouncing out of them.
This morning when I arose and went to my car, it had frost on the windshield (probably a regular occurance until about July). No biggie. But then, on my way to work, I drove right into an arctic white-out style blizzard. Zany. And, you know, I really didn’t mind the weather until I checked my e-mail and got a note from my cousin that said, "Hey, just got back from Moab and a mountain bike trip–it was awesome. My condition is already great!" Where’s that newsreporter when I really want to share my opinion of the weather?
On that note, it sounds like a bunch of my co-workers watched whatever that channel was when I was on the news the other day. I keep getting, "Hey, I saw you on the news the other night" and "Anything for a celebrity." Of course, all I can respond with is, "Really? How was I? I totally missed it."
Okay, I promise to stop complaining about the weather … at least for now.