sherman gets the long horn

as don rumsfeld once said (paraphrasing): "you don't post to the blog with the story you want to post, you post to the blog with the story you have at the time".

this isn't the blog post i wanted to make, the post changed at the last minute.

sherman and i were hauling down through the obstacle course, or, at least, moving as close to "hauling" speed as sherman can get, which would probably be around 21mph.

i was riding near the yellow, chanting my obstacle course mantra: six hundred dollar wheels, six hundred dollar wheels, six hundred dollar wheels... when i heard a honk from behind. i waved, as if to say: six hundred dollar wheels, not to mention, friend, a new seatpost of unknown cost and also potential spinal injury.

my wave also said: i hear you buddy, but in california, i am entitled to the entire lane and i'm not going particularly slow and also: six hundred dollar wheels.

that's when i got the long horn.

the driver laid on his horn and didn't let go of it while i was "in his way". i didn't abandon my position of wheel safety until i reached the stop sign, after which there is an honest-to-god bike lane, which i entered. the driver passed me: a brand new Ford Jaguar with no plates. Ah, one privileged asshole pissing off another privileged asshole. The world was in harmony!

Once he passed me, he made it to 3rd avenue to be held up by construction. Ha! Ha ha ha.

Prior to that, and frankly, including that, I had a great ride. I was plenty-o-tired from yesterday's hill attacks, stressful work, yucchy filipino dinner, and hours-o-civilization.

So we took it easy. Cruising down flea street I saw a sign for "san mateo garden center". i took the next available u-turn and went exploring. the garden center is apparently just a big park across from a school. i kept on moving, and ended up in a nice little climb up 26th ave, at the top of which is a cul-de-sac and a most gorgeous house. the cul-de-sac had a gate, beyond which there appeared to be some sort of art museum. i tossed sherman over the gate and re-mounted. it turned out to be more of an office building than a museum.

as i rode up the hill, past lots of abandoned office buildings, i suspected i was on Campus Drive. I saw the "Campus Cafe and Cat ring" (missing letter, har har har!) and then the superman rods sculpture and knew i was right. Campus drive! I know people who used to work there! Some of them even read this blog once in a while.

So I ended up at the top of hillsdale without killing myself. that was nice. I took de anza back home and reflected on how sherman likes to take it easy. in fact, he seems to shift himself onto the 24T chainring at the earliest opportunity. he says: hey dude, you payed for the 24T, why not use it?

who am i to argue?