FindMeSpot Locator Alert! Apparently we're still alive. The tracker has us home in New York again, two-thirds of a mile out and not an inch moved since last time.
And squirrels I drove an hour to the loop, waited for sunrise, and forgot my iPod. Then a dog chased me. The collective wisdom on dog chases is: don't outrun it, don't kick at it from the bike. Apparently there are also ultra-sonic devices for this. I'm going shopping.
I So Rule Despite a moderate level of intoxication, I rode my bike no-hands, standing on the pedals, and made a controlled 90-degree turn. You should have seen the smile on my face. Reminds me of my distant cousin: Wolverine.
Halloween vs Thanksgiving Halloween is my least favorite holiday, mercifully flanked by Thanksgiving, my favorite. Also: optical drives are this generation's printers and fax machines, and my bike-across-America excursions page is finally set up (just need a tent).
New Trick I tried to ride the whole Southern Greenway hands-free. The main obstacles: a blind turn onto a narrow bridge, oblivious side-by-side cyclists, and a mother/daughter duo who blocked the road. I need a horn. Specifically, a large, shiny, chrome one.
Senior Recruiter In software, everyone's resume says "senior", so in silent protest I dropped titles from mine entirely. Yet every recruiter who calls is a "senior recruiter", never a junior one. I look forward to the day a recruiter intern finally contacts me.
Pikes Peak The Barr Trail sign says Pikes Peak's 13 miles and 7,300 feet can be hiked "at a brisk pace" in eight hours. I'd never call our pace brisk, more a purposeful saunter. We finished in 6:59:57.