My normal morning commuting routine usually involves pedalling my San Jose down a tree lined street, next to the coffee shop's flower beds, past the pear orchards. It's one of the very best things about living in P-towne. This morning I started the commute from Crested Butte. I scraped the first frost of fall off of my windshield, loaded up some Built To Spill on the ipod and busted back to P-Towne. Arrived in time to park my car at home, grab my work laptop, throw a leg over the San Jose and finish the commute in Single Speed Satisfaction. The perfect augmented commute.
This weekend was autumnal perfection. Went to see Toni race Imogene Pass (17 miles, 5000 uninterrupted feet up, 4000 uninterrupted feet down). After being duly inspired, I pointed the Subi out of Ouray Saturday night toward Crested Butte. Spent Sunday with the kind of friends who remind you of who you are....more inspiration. Not only did I get dog-piled by love this weekend, I got to wring out every last second before plopping down in front of my desk at 9:05am.
