I had a great opportunity to play hookie yesterday afternoon - in the morning I had to drive to the county seat, opposite from the office, to be fingerprinted for my engineering license renewal. Weekday traffic is too scary to ride close to home, so I loaded up my go-fast. I hadn't been on that bike in a month, and hauled it to a 13-mi one-way paved creek path that connects a series of parks. It's crazy crowded on the weekends, so this was a rare opportunity for me. I pushed myself, and my improving strength was noteworthy to me - but no empirical measurements for my 26 miles. While the air was delightfully cool, the sun pushed us into the 80s, making moving more pleasant than water stops. It was exercise, but it was all play. The only sounds, other than my Crane mini-bell to warn the scattered pedestrians, was the whoosh of the wind and the quiet ping of my tires on the concrete joints. My aesthetic tires made me giggle.- Evo in front (all that fits) and Parigi in back. Chatted with some nice folks at water stops. Recommended Brooks saddles to a couple on new upright bikes complaining to each other about the effects of their nasty plastic-padded-pan saddles. Tried to explain steel bikes and big tires to a gent on an equally vintage Trek alloy road bike who seemed a bit hung up on weight, but has recently enjoyed a lifestyle change moving from Houston to San Antonio. And thanks for the comic - it was fun.