It's all about how I'm a giant asshole who drove to the new Wegmans in The Car That The Bank Owns Until I Finish Paying Them Back (almost paid off, by the way!) so you won't want to miss it, if only because someone calls me and excoriates me for doing so. (I honestly hoped there would be more of that, to be honest. Because that's good radio.)
What I didn't explain on the show was that I actually made money by driving to the Wegmans--and not just because I can now write off those groceries as a business expense. Rest assured I'll explain how in a future post.
But hey, at least I didn't drive to show. Instead I took a bracing 40-ish mile round trip on my Midlife Crisis Fixie:
Please note that I did not take this picture today. Today was grey and cold with snow flurries, and the streets were so heavily salted I'm still coughing up white clouds. Unfortunately I only managed one photo before my phone died, and it was of wrestler Matt Travis's ghost bike at the foot of the Willis Ave. bridge:
Paying his respects, no doubt.
What I didn't explain on the show was that I actually made money by driving to the Wegmans--and not just because I can now write off those groceries as a business expense. Rest assured I'll explain how in a future post.
But hey, at least I didn't drive to show. Instead I took a bracing 40-ish mile round trip on my Midlife Crisis Fixie:
(40 fixie miles is like 100 regular miles.)
Please note that I did not take this picture today. Today was grey and cold with snow flurries, and the streets were so heavily salted I'm still coughing up white clouds. Unfortunately I only managed one photo before my phone died, and it was of wrestler Matt Travis's ghost bike at the foot of the Willis Ave. bridge:
Note the car service driver loitering in the bike lane in the background:
