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OneEighth was a no-show for the afternoon race. I took it in a solo break. The chick on the Trek Townie didn’t stand a chance.

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Glad you survived to type about it.

Reason #177 why I call out “We’re all gonna die” as I ride through any major intersection in Rosslyn. Someday I’m gonna be right and some sick person will get a laugh about it.

But seriously… Thanks for the heads-up. Very happy that the helmet worked.

Ride on!

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Dude, they’ve got Mavericks on sale for $4.50/pack.

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OneEighth sprints for the win of the State Inspections Performed Here Classic.

Awesome race and a well deserved win. The chick gassing up her mini van was SOOOOOoooo impressed.

Pete

PS: We’ve got to stop meeting like this. People will talk.

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You forgot the “Lovely spring day out: Home in 3 hours.”

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Okay. My theory was backed up today. Ran into OneEighth again… this time on the way home. He caught up to me as I limped home after intervals with the fast boys and girls at Haynes Point.

Back to my theory… It would seem that I end up riding with OneEighth through a dangerous intersection or two. That isn’t that unusual… there are plenty on the route to or from work. What is odd is that we always seem to have a “We’re all gonna die” moment in these intersections. He’d just had one a few blocks earlier when we encountered young Mr. “Officer, what turn signal do I use while backing through a crowded and busy intersection through a red light” at Columbia Pike and the W&OD. Fortunately everyone was mellow and we all had happily ever after situations.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. My theory. The combination of me and OneEighth creates a magnet for people with questionable decision making and no multi-tasking skills while driving.

Rubber side down, sir. Nice to see you tonight.

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I’m very, very fortunate to have the ability to ride to work every day. I love living by bicycle. Maybe I’ll drive my car next year. Maybe I won’t.

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Riding over that incident paint was creepy today. Godspeed.

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@OneEighth 3424 wrote:

I like having a little Violent Femmes in my head for the evening ride.

I went through a phase where I tried to use Femmes lyrics in every day conversation on a regular basis. I got tired of it and went on to The Talking Heads. Definitely spices up a work-related conversation.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah. Bicycle traffic monitoring. I still haven’t taken the time to look for the camera doohicky. I’ll do that on my way home. or not. Same as it ever was.

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Coolness. I’ve got a GoPro. I think I’m gonna get a contour.

The other side benefit is that you get to work a lot faster at 3x speed.!! Helps you analyze your riding style too… make sure you ride smooth. You’re very good, by the way.

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@OneEighth 3421 wrote:

I finally noticed that there is a surveillance camera in place at the Scott Street intersection. Guess that answers the “how are they gathering data” question.
Smile!

This will go down on your permanent record.

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Cool stuff! What camera are you using? Contour HD?

Your dang fast at riding.

I love the view of riding between bollards at high speed like that. “He’s gonna die! He’s gonna die! He’s gonna….. DANG he barely made it through.”

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I’m impressed with the number of people at that intersection that actually do yield. It is kinda cool to see. I ride through there every now and then when I get fed up with how automotive society behaves.

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@Mark Blacknell 3408 wrote:

When I saw that you were a Most Senior Member, I had to stifle it.

Finally a title that I’m truly deserving of.

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Here’s a super scary thing… Same outfits… same bikes… I’m wearing different glasses. The photo is also taken in almost the exact same spot. We’re even out of focus.

At least I changed my glasses.

Thought for the day as we entered the Lynn Street Death Zone:
Pete: “We’re all gonna die!!!” (My normal battle cry when entering that intersection)
OneEighth: “I close my eyes. It seems to help.”

It was a surreal commute for me today. It included road rage, the kindness of strangers, riding with a friend, beauty queens wearing evening gowns and tiaras, 8 women yelling at President Obama and a man wearing a bath towel decorated with humping hippos. I can’t wait for the ride home.

Love,

Pete

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