MORNING
On the way to the car this morning Mr. Casey, 85 years young, commented on my recent bike riding. He told me about how much he enjoyed riding his bike until he gave it away a few years ago.  I don't know if there is an age limit on bike riding but I encouraged him to get back in the saddle seat again.

NOON
One of my co-workers is still a little surly someone stole his bike seat last week. To discourage more seat-napping he is parking his bike indoors. I'm just baffled someone would steal a bike let along parts of a bike. What is the point? To steal enough pieces of a bike to assemble one complete bike? Are there bike chop shops? Is there really a market for sweat stained bike seats? Weird.

TWILIGHT 
Took a break from pouring over receipts to ride around the neighborhood. I have to admit I am more likely to get on the bike than to go downstairs to the gym (go figure).  Fourth straight day of not falling, happy to have the skin on my knees and elbows intact. Still in desperate need of padded shorts. Will make a point to get a pair this weekend before I head back out to Anacostia Park. While I am at it will scope out a bike helmet, can't risk injuring my brilliant blogger brain on these mean DC streets.



During my evening ride I ran into the "three wise men," a group of elderly gentlemen who keep the neighborhood spiffy between busting each other's chops and chain smoking cigars. As they saw me huffing (and I mean huffing hard) up the hill they called out some encouragement. They even went so far as to tease they were going to bring their bikes out and join me.

Something about the idea of the three wise men riding bikes while chain smoking cigars made me laugh. I would pay good money to see that.

I would even ge them some padded shorts. :)