This turning 40 thing is feeling pretty good so far.
My Mom came into town a few days before, just for the day. We took a stroll in the Presidio and went out to dinner at Emmy’s Spaghetti Shack.
The actual day of started out like this.
And the afternoon included a surprise, which is why this post is so brief.
I haven’t had a functioning bike since 2001 or so. Public Bike Works is a SF company that offers a spectacular deal on their most basic model. And that basic model is still a retro cutie with seven speeds and it goes up San Francisco hills like a hot knife through buttah. (Thank you Mom, Dad and Jeff!)
When I was a kid, my bike was my best friend. Here’s to the second half of my life and proof that life begins at 40.
Imma gonna go ride my bike. Bye!
P.S. Stay tuned for the expected mid life reflections and other awesomeness later this week.
P.P.S. How was your Halloween/Samhain/Day of the Dead?
Oh, and P.P.P.S. In lieu of my usual live and let live view of political leanings, the only vote for life on the planet tomorrow is Obama. He’s not the greatest, but he’s a helluva lot better than Mitt. Seriously people. Hurricane Sandy was not random.