days of wine and roses

Lest anyone feel sorry for me unjustly, I was drinking a cup of coffee while riding my bike, a practice I've unwisely had for a while (and will probably continue). So I had it coming.

I lost my favorite pants in an accident this weekend also. That is to say: "I feel your pain."

At least you weren't on your cell phone, the mistake I most often make

I totally crashed in the middle of the road a couple of days ago, because I tried to stop very suddenly while one hand was encumbered by a six pack of ale.

Fortunately, I didn't tear my favorite jeans, because I only own one pair with no holes.

Riding with a six pack is not a lot of fun, but at least it's better than a bag of groceries so heavy you have to switch arms every five minutes. Also, you're (obviously) more than 5 minutes from where you need to go.

I also had a ton of groceries at the time, but they were in a backpack.

I hope the beer was ok.

The beer was perfectly safe, but tastes only average.