Rockin'

It was just the slightest bit cooler this morning when I met Scott, Bob, Donald and that guy on the mountain bike up on the levee. We picked up Mark and a couple others along the way and although it was fairly windy, the pace stayed pretty even on the way out. Even though I didn't ride at all yesterday, I was happy to cruise along at a conversational pace today. The group kind of broke up a bit on the way back, perhaps because the pace crept up a notch or so, but it never got what you'd call "fast." We probably touched 23 or 24 mph a few times.

I was just about to hop on the commuter to make my way to work when the phone rang. It was The Wife. As always seems to happen with a new car, she had managed to have a bit of an accident. Hers are always rather controversial, it seems. I don't know about mine, as I've never had any. Anyway, as she was driving down Broad St. on her way to work, some guy getting into his car in the right lane swings his door open just as she goes by and catches the side view mirror. Of course, the glass breaks and the motor and wires pop out and are hanging from the housing. She pulls over and stops and the guy gets in his car and starts to drive off, so she stands in the middle of the lane and gets him to stop. Of course, he says he didn't realize his door had hit the car (it's hard to notice these things when you're stoned). Of course he has no insurance. Guess why. Meanwhile, his "brother" comes out of the house and starts screaming at The Wife about how she came too close to him (as he was illegally entering his car from the street side in order to illegally drive it). Wait! It gets better. So this other guy flies into this rampage and is looking dangerous. One of doctors in The Wife's department comes along and stops to help. Meanwhile, The Wife is calling 911. The dispatcher hears the crazy man in the background and sends the police right away. They arrive and quickly determine that the driver of the car has a suspended license. Gee, I wonder why. So anyway the bottom line is that it's going to cost me around $300 to fix since my insurance deductible is higher than that, the crazy guy gets a slap on the wrist, the illegal driver, I assume, gets off with a ticket he'll probably never pay, and I get stuck with the bill.

On the plus side, we were really Rockin' this morning with Darren getting the OK for us to use the James Business Park course for our upcoming Rocktoberfest. Just in the nick of time, too! The portable toilets have been ordered, the permits have been submitted, and all systems are "go." We were probably about 24 hours from having to cancel or postpone, so he really pulled the fat out of the fire on this one!