After getting pretty retardedly drunk last night, all the plans fell through for tonight which sort of pissed me off at first but it's kind of nice to have the place to myself for a bit. Why drink last night you ask? No particular reason really, just that I had a coke-a-cola craving, with rum, I do love the Captain with coke... mmmm! Also, since I'm pretty much super human, no hangover today!

I was supposed to work at Echo from 3 till 930 tonight, but turns out they closed at 5 today, so since I bailed on my last shift I felt bad and went up for a couple hours this morning. PJ, his buddy and like 4 other patrollers were up there so we all went out straight lining. Ah the art of the Echo straight line. It's an exercise in balance, balls, stupidity and luck all centered around your ability to dodge obstacles like rocks, trees, stumps, wires, various mysterious metallic objects and so forth. Good times.

On our ride today, Nathan and I headed out on the bike path from Denver to Chattfield where I used to train everyday a couple years ago when I lived in Littleton. We almost got into a fight with this douche bag who rode by us going the other way when he yelled out "ride single file!" Mind you, this bike path is like 8 feet wide, with a clear center line which I, being on the outside of Nathan, was a good foot from so there's no way any part of me was anywhere NEAR that line. The ironic part was that this guy was riding with his lady friend ahead of her, but still next to her! So I promptly yelled back "same to you!" He yelled something back and it took all the restraint I could not to turn around and give chase to point out the finer details of Colorado cycling laws to him - that and maybe teach him how to ride in a straight line so he doesn't have to worry about close passes... F-ing Bike Path Barrons.

People like that give us (cyclists) all a bad name. It's bad enough that we have contend with motorists who don't know the law, then when you throw a-hole cyclists who think the transit world revolves around them, and them alone, it makes it impossible to compromise.

Ah well, Happy New Year I suppose.