Hell hath frozen over

wonders never cease: i just spent less than 40 minutes at the virginia dmv registering my car. less than 40! in other states, 40 minutes gets you 79 dirty looks from cranky dmv "associates" and a few "take a number" slips that will soon litter the floor of your car. gawd, i love virginia.

in other news, i have witnessed a new low in pickup lines. i was walking out of the barracks road market (awesome sandwiches) just as a 20-something guy was getting out of his car to walk in. we were the only two in the parking lot. i was about 20 feet away from him, and i hear him ask "how are you doing?" to my receeding posterior.

what has this world come to? are men so lazy these days that they can't even walk IN FRONT of the lady in question to say hello? i know that the rumor holds true that women have eyes in the backs of our heads, but PLEASE! no matter what age/gender you may be, if you want to talk to someone, don't talk to the back of their bluejeans! look them in the eye, damnit.

/end rant. i bet his momma would be ashamed.

yesterday (easter sunday, much to my chagrin when i went to chipotle expecting to enjoy a burrito and they were closed) i scoped out some of the climbs of the upcoming tour of virginia. i went with three homeboys from the kane/manulife financial team. good kids. we had fun. i was getting dropped like a rock on the climbs, but at least i was riding because it was 28 degrees when we got out of the car to ride on the blue ridge parkway. no, that was not a type-o. 28 degrees in the dadgum SOUTH, people! i want my money back. it's supposed to be warm here!

/end 2nd rant.

my snail's-pace climbing wasn't all bad: i was descending past wintergreen ski resort after getting dropped by the boys, and i saw a gorgeous bobcat ambling down the road. well worth the miles of solitary climbing hell.

I love kitties!