I may be wired different. A troubled morning commute to work that features three flats (Nos. 23, 24, 25 for the year, if you’re counting, which I am) and an angry left hamstring leaves me arriving an hour and a half late to a busy Monday at work. Then I put in a long day playing catch-up that doesn’t see me leaving the office until 10:15 p.m.
And after all that I’m actually looking forward to the bike ride home. Because there’s literally few things more soothing to me than a slow and steady 15-mile night ride across the sleepy streets of Los Angeles.
Like I said: I may be wired different.