Woof. First commute as a 35-year old this morning, and it was a doozy. Still on the single speed, and got passed a little too close for my liking coming around the curve at Fullerton. So I hopped on and stayed with him until my exit. It didn't feel too bad while it was happening but I feel a little rubbery now. Not in a bad way though.
I can't believe I got this old. And to think, I've got another one on the way in a few months, life has a way of keeping you young not matter how old you say you are. Good times.
Current beer-scale: I'm buying Guinness at lunch so it's pretty high.