I was heading Uptown to meet my old college friend S. and her pal J.M. for drinks and for some reason the ride just felt perfect. I had a bouncy song in my head and the sun was behind just enough cloud to bring the temperatures down to plain old hot. I didn’t ride yesterday, so I think I was also just happy to be on the bike and pedaling. Whatever it was, tonight’s ride felt like some much-needed play. So when I caught up with the streetcar around Napoleon, I decided to race it. I pedaled as hard as I could, and I totally kept up since it was making lots of stops. I got some quality coasting in too, once I got on the smooth asphalt of the newly-paved part of St. Charles. There is seriously no better feeling than sitting up and coasting along new asphalt. Sigh. Anyway, I beat the train to Broadway, where I turned to catch my breath. It’s way to hot and humid for racing, man! I let the streetcar get the better of me on the way home, stopping to mail a movie back at the mailbox at St. Charles and Jefferson. Can you tell how fast the streetcar’s going here? Ok, not that fast. But sometimes I’m faster. Wheeee!