It was a good day

Today I needed something at Home Despot, a prospect that is never really fun. But with the beautiful weather, I decided to jump on my bike and head out to the one out on Rhode Island instead of driving out to Virginia. The ride out and back was perfect, what seemed like a neverending string of green lights or interesections with no traffic. And I found what I needed. Really, the only minor annoyance was that Home Depot, true to its suburban big-box roots, doesn't seem to have any place to lock up a bike, and the best I could do was lock it to one of the shopping cart deposit out in the parking lot.

As I was leaving the parking lot, a man in a tracksuit called out to me in an accent redolent of Francophone West Africa, "good day for a ride!" Yes, it was.