Diane tore out of the and made her appointment with no troubles.
Shortly after 9:00 Friday morning, I got a frantic call from my wife as she had become lost on the 895, or the 695, or maybe it was 495 somewhere around Baltimore.
Diane was freaking out just a little bit as she was headed for Washington DC in the prime of rush
I continued, “ if only someone somewhere could come up with some type of machine that could give people directions, and could somehow pinpoint where they were if they were lost, and help them get home easily.”
Diane’s response may have included some colorful words that might be appropriate for sailors, or long shoremen. yeah, it was kinda funny.
dirty rings on my legs after today's ride: