Bikes

This would be the reason that I didn't make it to church yesterday.

Apparently it's a rather famous international bike race that takes place in my neighborhood and makes it's way up the really steep hill by my house a total of seven times.

Now I really could have gotten out and made it to church. The problem comes in the form of parking when I would have returned. I've not yet been able to get a handicapped placard for my car (oh, did I mention that I tore my ACL?) and I couldn't give up my spot in front of my house and risk having to hobble home from Vermont, which would have likely been the closest spot.

I did, however, hobble the two blocks to see what all the ruckus was about, and Boris joined in.