Cruising on crushed concrete

Kim woke me at 7 with a phonecall about missing me, and I heard Fergus yelp in the background. I was too asleep to miss anyone right then, but like her, I find I think of her more in the evenings. Well, this was it – my first ride in my new shoes and pedals on my sleek black (classic?) Jamis Quest, braving it all on the Houston roadways. I snuck up Buffalo Speedway to Richmond, and east to Kirby, then went north a few miles to Memorial Park, where I came across a phenomenal amount of joggers, and a few cyclists and rollerbladers. The roads are usually pretty awful slabs of concrete with all sorts of cracks and holes for the unwary. I’m glad I chose early Sunday morning so I could dodge and weave a bit. Kept trying to remember the good roads for next time. It’s odd to not have a speedo – don’t know if those shoes are making much of a difference or not – at least they’re comfortable. After three loops of the course it was time to head back for home. In an ideal situation, I would drop in on an ever-so-cool bakery in Montrose for a latte and a pastry, but I didn’t want to press my luck so it was home to Camden – without crashing – without a sideswiping and safe. Even had a healthy breakfast to finish off. Now, it’s off to a Sports Bar with Natalie (from work) for a Browns game. Geez life is tough.