The event of last night makes me long for colder days when people who have no business biking were too cold to be out on two wheels.
|Another rocking illustration made of yours truly|
As irony would have it, the asshelmet turned right onto 164th, which is a long climb. I caught up with him, fueled on anger as I was. I wanted to say something to the asshelmet, but given that it's a long hill and he might pass me later on - I didn't say anything.
Also, since that the best prediction of future behavior is past behavior, who knew what kind of crazy was hiding under that helmet. I had no desire to find out, hence the not so typical passive response from me.
|Sweet fenders - ugly water bottle|
I've tested them out for almost a week now and the verdict is a good one. The bike is far less dirty and, more importantly, I am less dirty. The front fender is still rattling a little but since I haven't done anything to look into why - I'm not holding it against said fender. Yet.
Today I'm going out to get new gloves and a pump. With your kind and plentiful recommendations, I feel well prepared. Thank you all so much.