Pack up my lunch, work shoes, etc. in to the saddle bags, flip on the ear plug radio, look both ways and head north 26.5 miles in relatively light traffic. Park next to the back door of my office, in full view of my desk, walk in , sit down, pour cuppa joe from new low tech thermos, read headlines on web, email and check menu and messages for broken technology...fix broken stuff etc... 8 hours later... Vault onto seat after trading work shoes for boots, strap on helmet and gloves, head north on local road to Lucas Valley and West Marin to head home 42 miles of twisted backroads and one free trip over the Golden Gate Bridge to home... Where I am really fucking tired. Dang , I forgot that's why they call it work. Still could be a LOT worse. I have a charmed life, for now.
