Rehab

After staying off the bikes during the weekend to RICE my busted finger (mostly Rest, not so much the ICE), I was feeling a bit loagy. I was determined not to get bike-fright, so Monday I biked in. I can feel the progress I've made in the past couple months, and see it in my legs. I could see it more if I shaved 'em, but I'm not exactly counting ounces or trimming seconds off intervals or anything.

On the way home, I almost got ended by a careless driver in Bloomfield. The intersection of Wintonbury Ave and School Street is dangerous, as the main route west from Windsor on Wintonbury makes the tight left-hand turn onto School, but also has the option of keeping speed and going straight onto Wintonbury. It's screaming for a stop sign, at least.

My route home takes me westbound on Wintonbury Ave and onto School Street. I signaled and began turning, then heard a car approaching at way past the speed limit. If I had begun my turn just a split second earlier, he would've clipped my front wheel at the very least, and I might not've been here typing these words, because he zoomed by me continuing onto Wintonbury and cleared me by a matter of millimeters. I'm not one to anger quickly, but episodes like this bring out the full fury and foul language.

Rain today, so no riding. Once I get a touring bike, or some clip-on fenders for the hardtail, I'll start doing some wet-weather commuting. Assuming it's clear tomorrow morning, I'll ride in.