This is decidedly not a workout log.

Perhaps it was a bad sign when a cardinal did a suicide dive into my car on the way to Poolesville.

Or perhaps the cardinal was getting back at me for being an accomplice in ending its life.

My ride today lasted all of 94 feet. At that point, I’d parked my bike in a rack to use the loo.

A wind gust blew it over and torqued the front wheel into unusable condition. Granted, the front rim needs replacement (the sidewalls are getting mighty thin), but this isn’t how I wanted to force the issue.

So a new wheel is needed by end-of-day today. I’m gonna ride SkyMass tomorrow, for sure.

(Sorry, dear avian friend.)