It's wet today. Wet enough to slow me down for a leisurely ride through the rain. Which is nice, b/c that way I appreciate nearly getting run over that much more. It also helps convince me to calm down when I'm waiting for a light and someone feels the need to trackstand in front of me. Instead of kicking them, I patiently wait for the light to change.

Someone emailed me the Dictionary of Roadie slang last night, thinking I might get a kick out of it since I'm the weirdo in the group that doesn't drive to work. And it was funny, until I got to the part about "targets," specifically the parts on "target practice." It lost some of its charm after that and I couldn't quite bring myself to finish.

Which is too bad, b/c the rest of the entries were pretty funny. If anything, I'm jealous of someone creative enough to get all that down. I'd write one for commuters, but eventually it would just devolve into stringing curses together to tag SUV's, busses, hipsters, etc with. Nothing too creative about that, but it is usually how I spend my rides home.

Current beer-scale: 8.1