Nice!

On my way home today, I ended up in a pack of about 10 or so bikes traveling along the Third St. bike route--it was just like the Tour de France. Except minus the fruity spandex clothing and plus some backpacks and a dude with a cell phone. I was in a peloton! It was so exciting.
The problem with my peloton was that it was kind of a slow peloton and I was trapped on the inside by two lollygaggers in front of me and a couple of riders on the outside. I listened a bit while Lollygagger A and Lollygagger B discussed the merits of the bike route, and how now that they rode their bikes there were more conscious of bikes when drive. I told myself the slow pace was fine, I didn't mind the easy ride home, it'd be very pleasant.
Except that after a while I felt a surge in my legs, a desire to feel the wind in my bike helmet: I felt the need for speed. The two riders on the outside turned off and I saw the chance to make my move. I looked left--no traffic. I centered my will, moved to out to the left of the two Lollygaggers, and turned the power on, baby.
As I was whipped past the Lollygaggers, with my trailer, going up hill (slightly), I heard Lollygagger A remark:

"NICE!"

Was it for me? I don't really know, but I'd like to think Lollygagger A knows awesome biking prowess when he sees it.

Back in the Saddle

We did it. Garion and I braved stupid hot weather to bike to work on Friday, not quite as stupid hot as earlier in the week (only 103), but stupid hot enough. The morning wasn't too bad but the ride home, was to be frank, a bitch. Anali's first law of biking proved true--it was raining and no matter which way I turned, I was riding directly into the wind. Thankfully, Moses picked Garion up from daycare, so I only had the empty trailer to tow home. However, that stupid trailer still might as well have been a Greyhound bus--it acted like a big sail in the wind, pulling the bike in the opposite direction from the one I really, really wanted to go. Some guy running, i.e. on his feet, with a stroller, almost passed me, as did every other trailer-less bike on the road. I actually considered turning around and riding the opposite direction, just for the pleasure of not riding into the wind, but then I remembered the first law of biking. And also I wanted to go home. I used almost my lowest gear to go up a very mild hill, and actually had to pedal to get myself down the hills. I made it though, and I have to admit that riding in the rain was very refreshing : )
Today's ride was much better. Very pleasant in the morning and, even though I had Garion and the CSA share in the trailer, a pretty easy ride home. Garion asked me at one point if the trolley tracks were nearby. Apparently I've convinced him that trolley tracks=death. I'm not crazy about the trailer, but it's an effective way to my kid and my stuff from point A to point B, with no gasoline (yay!), so I intend to keep it up, barring any further disasters. Unfortunately, Garion's a little tall for the trailer. Pretty soon I think we're going to have to fold him in half to stuff him in there.