Smoked

Last evening Brian smoked my ass in racquetball. 3-0. I was up the last two games by 8 or 9 and he came back each time. Granted he did have a brand new set of wrist bands and matching head band, but I can't go blaming his success on them for too long.

This was after riding home with Todd from work. He almost got side swiped by a car while entering Davis Sq. Way too close for comfort - I don't think he realizes just how close the car actually came to him.

For the past couple of weeks I've been taking a new route to work. It seems much safer and less hectic - full with a BIKE LANE!!! I love bike lanes.