Slow and steady.

Just a note to say that I rode my bike to the library today to pick up a book that was on hold (Death of a Joyce Scholar, by Bartholomew Gill, because Ian Rankin recommended that, when you're traveling to a foreign city, you should read a crime novel set there, because it will give you the information you need, and we're going to Dublin! in two and a half weeks!), and either I am doing just fine for a woman of my advancing years, or my bike is awesome, or both, because it was a short trip, no incidents, even though it was hot: I made it there and back, cheerful and only a little sweaty, and now that's one more place in West Jordan that I need not fire up the Camry of Honor to which to drive, since I can just ride my bike, whee!