Cycling was very slow today.

I have a sore knee.
I may have to drive tomorrow.

It was sore when I woke up on Sunday morning.

OK, so I had been drinking the night before, but I did not get drunk, and that is how I know that I did not get drunk and fall over and hurt my knee.

I do remember talking to my uncle though about his sore knees and how he is on pain killers while he waits for the public health service to deliver him some new knees.

I fear that, in the same way people can pass on their flu by the mere mention of the fact that they are sick, he has infected me with his old man's knees.

Damn him.

Cycling to work was also slow because, five minutes after I had left home, a bit of broken beer bottle jumped out and bit my tire.

While I was changing it, one of the company executives drove by, then did a u-turn, then stopped and asked if I needed a lift. But I had almost finished and declined.
It turned out to be a good networking opportunity as he caught up with me at work later and we talked for ages about cycling, which he also does in the weekend.
Which was cool, because he's always seemed like a staunch kind of character.
Which just goes to prove that people should smile more.

Cycling home again was also very slow.
Except when that chick passed me.

We couldn't have that, now, could we, so I caught up and passed her back, just to prove that girls are weak.

Except for that group of chicks who passed me and left me for dead when I was riding home last week.

But that's beside the point.
Besides. It was kinda nice just to stay behind and look at their behinds.

As you do.

Mmmm, Lycra...