2000 Miles!

It will be of great interest to no-one that I hit 2000 miles on the bike odometer this morning. That's right, just like the Pretenders song. Or the Proclaimers song about walking 500 miles back and forth to your chick's house, but if you played it twice. I'm not sure how big Scotland is, but I think that to do 500 miles you'd pretty much be limited to a periphery. All the way from Thurso to Dumfries is only 341 miles. Where does this chick live, anyway?
Anyway, I am glad to know that I could pedal from Portland back to my native land of Dallas in one hour a day, and that it would only take me seven months. It's a time commitment, but I think it would be worth it.
As long as we're talking about my bike, let me make some etiquette suggestions. If you wish to drive past a cyclist and scream something unintelligible that ends in "bitch", you might want to check that you aren't running into a traffic jam that will cause her to catch up with you in 15 seconds and spit gum in your passenger's lap and ride off laughing. Not that I would ever do that. After the car/bike brouhaha (shoutout!) over the cyclist getting clocked by the bus rider in our fair city of Roses, not only am I mostly not spitting gum at people, but I have put a bumper sticker on my bag that reads "Don't Hit Me! I love you!"