Commute Communique – Aug 31, 2011

– I wasn’t planning on riding hard this morning. Then this song came on Pandora. So then I rode with gusto:

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– I drank lots of coffee today, so I rode home with gusto:

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– You may see that I rode through Durham. While in Durham, I developed a crush on a cute girl riding a black CAAD 10 on campus. I am also a sketchy old man.

– Upon arriving home, there was no hot water. I almost complained about that. Then I remembered that Vermont is gone.

Vermont demolished is really awful. You expect it in places like Florida or seacoast New Hampshire, and those people expect it too. But you don’t expect it in Vermont – Vermont is such a nice place, it doesn’t deserve it.

It’s like the nerdy kid at school dying of an accidental overdose because the pharmacist gave him the wrong pills for his acne. Sure, you expect it of the jock. But not the nerdy kid.

Poor nerdy kid.