Not really. We love Chris. But I did take a compromising picture of him on the way back from Middlefield. Although we didn't have the promised breakfast at O'Rourke's in Middletown, we did meet up with a fascinating group of ladies from the New Haven area at the orchard and they gave us cider donuts to avoid the bonk. A stop at the Blackbird Tavern provided the fuel for a trip back north.
And then my sister came to Hartford. We rode bikes, marched in parades (as a Dragon and Foot), and danced until we nearly collapsed. Kristen knits and I tried on her hat. It made me evil. Maybe Kristen will come back and stay a while... All in favor?
I woke up late for the Bike Walk CT Traffic Safety 101 course on Sunday, but one of the instructors, who I insulted in the title, gracefully let me sneak in. I've decided to take this course because I'm an incorrigible scofflaw and need re-education. That and being a League of American Bicyclists Cycling Instructor seems like something I could use in the future once I tire of silly jet engines. One poor fellow managed to endo during the emergency stop exercise - no permanent damage though.