Today I had to get our new family addition a birth certificate, which is an interesting story in itself. I've never had to, nor have I known anyone who has had to, apply (is that the right word?) for a birth certificate for a newborn. But that is a post for a different day.
This post is about my ride from work to the County Clerk's office in the County Courthouse. For my trip, I had to ride up Saginaw Street, our Main Street. It is a brick street, which was paved over for a while, and then returned to bricks as the city tries to modernize while returning to its past glory.
So, I turned left from Kearsley Street onto Saginaw, onto the bricks. It wasn't as smooth a ride as one might want. I spent most of my time out of the saddle. The road was sloppy, but my skinny tires cut right through the slop. Despite getting nearly doored (on accident), all the drivers on the road were polite, moving to the left lane and one driver allowing my to pass a construction site in front of her.
On the ride, I had my first mechanical mishap on the winter bike. My lock slid off my rack and managed to pull the bungee course into my rear sprocket. Needless to say it stopped me. A little grease on the fingers and I was off again.
And after the ride up the bricks, my bottom was no worse for wear. Hey, if Lance can ride bricks, so can I.