Some of you may be wondering what happened to the Buang Biker. Nothing bad, I assure you. It’s just that BBer and family spent four PHAAAAAN-tastic! (said in my best imitation of a British accent and as spoken by a waitress at The Giraffe in Islington, London many years ago) days in Philadelphia. This trip culminated in a wonderful night at the amazing Spruce Street Harbor Park .
It was a bit surreal as I was both tourist and tour-guide. The wall along the promenade of the park in front of the Hilton was covered in love-locks, which I explained to other tourists was an expression of love. They thought it was a cool idea. Mrs. BB looked bemused at the sight of tourist-turned-tour-guide explaining this to what was beginning to feel like an endless line of tourists. I quickly hurried away lest more people stop and keep me from making it to the park. In retrospect, I think I should have worn my Phillies hat and used it for holding tips. 
Anyway, after returning home we ended up with a week of rain. Great for getting things done around the house, but horrible for biking. But wait! I hear you say: What’s a little rain to someone who bikes in 20F (-7C) temps? Well, yes, I do. However, that’s dry and visible weather. Expecting to survive a ride in the greater Baltimore/York Metro area in the rain and fog (even with bright blinking lights) is like stepping off a mountain into thin air without a parachute and expecting to not get hurt. Ain’t gonna happen. I don’t trust drivers that much.
After all, I’m the Buang Biker™, not the Gago Guy on a Bike™. 
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Cheers!
