So there's a net elevation loss between my house and the Metro station,
five miles and change away.
In the morning, wearing no goofy clothes, I cover the distance, largely
downhill, in 28 minutes. (See how slow and fat I've become! ugh!)
In the evening, on my way home, facing the steepest hill in town and a net
elevation gain, I cover the distance in...28 minutes.
huh?
Logic tells me I should be much slower coming home, but somehow it isn't
so. And it isn't because I'm a phenomenal climber, because I'm not.
Go figure.
Other nice things about my commute tonight: new headlight (for which see
appropriate post). And it seems that the second blinkie I have attached
to my backside works as intended--I got honked at just as I left the Metro
station. Mind, I wasn't doing anything but riding 15 mph in a 25 mph
zone, with plenty of space for a car to overtake safely if necessary. The
chap in the corolla honked not once, but twice, and gunned his engine to
blow by me...and right into a 4-way screeching stop. But he saw me, so
that's good!
-Luigi