Unsolicited Advise.

september 6th, 2013.

10pm on the bike path, dude rolled up next to me and Vlad in stealth mode. “You guys need to get real batteries for your lights,” he said.

He was a classic middle aged cyclist: older man's pregnancy, tricked out in pure Spandex, riding a recumbent.

He passed and just to make sure he got through to us dunderheads added, “tomorrow! Tomorrow you get real batteries!”

If I'd been thinking fast I woulda said, “you need to get a real bike! Tomorrow!”

If I'd been thinking really fast I woulda said, “divorce not going well?”