Even though the kids didn't have school I was running late. By the time I pushed down on the pedals I had exactly the amount of time it usually takes to get to work to get to work.
Exactly on time is late the way I was brought up.
A flat tire or some other calamity and I'm screwed.
But as I pedaled along there was a strange phenomenon. I felt no wind pushing me back. I think I encountered one of those mythical things called a "tailwind".
Got to work 5 minutes early (my equivelant to "on time").
But since the shop isn't actually open on Mondays for the off season I was actually 20 minutes early.
As it has been getting darker my ride home in the evening has been getting spookier. Avon Old Farms road in the dark can be a tad sketch. last night I tried coming home the way in (better condition, lighting, wider, etc). Lack of climbing makes for a pretty quick ride.