On a roll
Ok. I’m on a roll. Training-wise. Three days. Thirty mile group ride Wednesday. Five mile run Thursday morning. And thirty mile ride today. It was difficult to get the momentum back after being off the bike for nearly two weeks. Well, not really off, but just highly inconsistent. The run was particularly motivating. Even though I felt lousy when starting it, I had a PR for that distance and my fastest pace, an 8:34! (Check out the running stats in the Nike widget up there on the right…)
I had to give the Bianchi back to it’s rightful owner (this is the loaner I got to tide me over to the new bike once insurance money came in). He needed it for a 400 mile ride this weekend. In order to get today’s ride in, I borrowed John’s second bike last minute–he kindly let me take it for the weekend.
The check has arrive and I’m deciding between a Trek Madone 5.2 or a Giant OCR C1. I rode a Madone 5.0 and really liked it. It felt most like my Trek 5000 than the other bikes I’ve tried (Specialized Roubaix Comp, Cannondale Synapse, and Giant TCR C1.
Dunkin’ Donuts Debacle
Perhaps debacle is too strong a word. But it was frustrating nonetheless.
So I pull into the drive-thru Tuesday morning on the way to work… order a banana nut muffin. Get down the road and bite into it only to find it’s a cranberry muffin. Ok. No biggie. Still tasty.
Wednesday I uncharacteristically go to DD again. Now I’m not a huge fan of the place, but just had a hankering for that banana nut muffin I DIDN’T get the first time ’round. I think you see where this is going… AGAIN, I get a cranberry muffin. Um, hello?! What’s going on here? This time I turn the car around, drive back and walk in.
“You guys are killin’ me here!” I sputter.
“What?” the pimply faced teen behind the counter asks.
“This is the 2nd day in a row you gave me a cranberry muffin when I asked for a banana nut muffin. Are you guys putting them in the wrong trays or something?”
Minimum-wage Boy cracks open one off the shelf. “Huh. Yeah, it is cranberry.”
Manager walks over and says apologetically, “They can’t really tell them apart in the back when they make them. Sorry about that.” “Here you go,” she says handing me a correct muffin. “You can keep the other one.”
That’s it? How many other poor slobs got screwed on this mis-shelving as they drove away? They didn’t seem overly concerned. My already mediocre opinion of DD has slipped another few notches.
I’d like to see the car after this…
A few months ago MacGregor Golf Club had an incident where their fence/sign was damaged by a wayward car. The signs are on a relatively sharp curve of the road.
A few weeks ago they started a big masonry project to improved their crappy walls/signs. It was starting to take shape nicely. Until…
Interesting. If you look at the photo you can see the tire tracks in the grass. It doesn’t look like they braked. But rather, that they drove straight through, and continued after the wall on to the road beyond.
I just love the cinder block shrapnel scattered about for dozens of feet. What the heck did their vehicle look like after this?
What do you think? Deliberate? Accident? I think it was deliberate.
