Two hours this morning on the Lakefront Path, cruising along with Sean (getting ready for tomorrow at the track) and then losing the Commuter Cup to a guy from U of C and another firefighter/TT guy on a brand-new Felt with 404s. Hey, where were you two last night on Turin?
Rolled into work a bit late, probably 9:05 or so. Open the back door, see a big guy in a suit waiting for the elevator. Doors open.
"Fourth floor? You look like a fourth floor type."
"Yeah, that's me. You can tell when your clothes match the van parked out front."
"How was the ride?"
"Oh, it was great, thanks. Beautiful day for it."
"Yeah, I wouldn't know. I sure wish I had your life!"
And then he was gone, since he was a second-floor type.