Door Problems

I seem to be having door problems lately. To be more specific, basement door problems. To be even more specific, I am having a damned hard time getting myself out the friggin' basement door early enough in the morning.

Today was no exception. First off, it was overcast and dark. Also, it was colder than I expected and the streets around my house were good and wet. The forecast had also been calling for dense fog. I very nearly pulled the covers back over my head and went back to sleep. I mean, how many excuses did I really need? I didn't, though, and instead stumbled around in some kind of confused state of wardrobe indecision, finally settling on more clothes than I needed. Since it was wet, I thought I'd ride the old Pennine to save myself from having to clean up my regular road bike after a long ride on wet streets. For some reason I decided I had time to fix that flat front tire first, so I went ahead and did that. Naturally it was already getting late by the time I had the wheel back on the bike, so I rushed out the door, locked it behind me, and then realized I had on the wrong shoes and wouldn't be able to clip into the old Look pedals with the new Look cleats. By the time I finally got going, I knew I'd miss the group, but considering the dismal and dreary weather, I really didn't expect anybody to be up there anyway. So there I was riding along by myself somewhere past Williams Blvd. when I saw a couple of the guys, Dave and Howard, standing on the side of the bike path. They were waiting for Erich, who showed up a few seconds later, so I decided I may as well turn around and ride back with them. I was a little surprised to find out that there had actually been some riders for the long Tuesday ride. Indeed, the bike path was not particularly wet, and if you avoided the occasional puddle, it wasn't bad riding at all. Oh well. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.