Ok, so my ride at 1030 fizzled.  Largely because I overestimated my ability to find all my bike crap in a short time—so I had no water bottles and no pump.  I figured I could live without bottles, but if I found myself alone in mass with no pump and a flat tire, I’d be pretty unhappy.  Especially without water.

 

Also no one else showed up.  So there was little motivation for me to take my air-travel induced headache on the road just yet.

 

Without further ado, I’m taking a headache clearing nap, and finishing my unpacking once I wake up.  At 5pm, I’m going to try to ride again—this time, I won’t bother with faunce unless I get a confirmation email or two.  While I’m confident that I look hot in spandex, I think it’s slightly less hot to just stand around in it by myself.  Mostly, I feel silly doing that.

 

A less verbose translation of above: ride at 5 from faunce.  Email if you are planning to come, so that I know whether or not to skip the faunce stop.

 

matt